Attention, whoever it is that's responsible for me having to dodge a puddle of urine whenever I want to take a leak here at work:
Your dong is not as long as you think it is. STAND CLOSER TO THE URINAL!
That is all.
I Think I'll Tag Him "Mr. Dribbler"
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Hey, man, it isn't me. I use the sink.
either stand closer, or get your prostate checked.
I used to think maybe it was just splash from flushing the urinal. Then I did a test. One was surprisingly dry, so I flushed it. Afterward, it was still surprisingly dry. The problem really is operator error.