Pretty brave talk from men who squat to pee. http://www.suhaibwebb.com/ummah/men/standing-and-urinating-in-islam/
“Islam teaches us a few rules about how to relieve ourselves with dignity.”
The first rule is, feel free to `pop a squat’ where-ever and whenever you feel the need.
Sorry moose-slimes but Prince Harry relieves himself like a man after:
When you’ve had too much to drink
There’s certain things to keep in mind
Like if you find your hands
and underarms are bleeding
Your beer bottle might not have a twist-off cap
And don’t ever go home with
a woman they call ‘Moose’ or ‘Vince’
And never bet that you can fit
your head inside a glove compartment
Get drunk with dignity
Keep in mind that just because a bulldog licks your face
it’s not necessary to lick him back
Stay away from drinks with names like
“Brain Seizure” or “Hippo Laxative”
Get drunk with dignity
If a bar has human ears nailed to the walls,
don’t pass out there
And if your homemade jello has some goldfish in it,
you used the wrong bowl
And there are phrases you must learn to avoid
Phrases like, “That badge looks stupid”
and “I can prove these shoes are fireproof”
Get drunk with dignity
Try not to drool on bikers
Don’t moon a nun unless you’ve got a real good reason
Don’t get romantically involved with farm machinery
Get drunk with dignity—by Tim Cavanaugh
Why do they squat to pee? Muslim men are really ... women.
I just noticed some of the foregoing could be construed as disrespectful to the religion of peace.
What I meant to say is—You don’t frighten us, muslim pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person. I blow my nose at you, you and all your silly man-jams and flathats. Thpppppt! Thppt!
I don’t wanna talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wipers! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
‘Allo, little Islam warlord who has the brain of a duck, you know! So, we outwit you a second time-a! Ha ha, ho ho. How you pimp beaters of women say, ‘I one more time unclog my nose in your direction, lovers of boys!
So, you think you could out-clever us with your silly knees-bent running about advancing. No chance, arab bed-wetting types.
I burst my pimples at you and call your door-opening request a silly thing, you tiny-brained wipers of other people’s bottoms!
Yes, depart at this time and don’t be approaching any more, or we fire boom-boom at the tops of your heads and make castanets out of your testicles already! Go! And remain gone, illegitimate-faced bugger-folk!
And if you zink you got nasty taunting zis time, you ain’t heard nothing yet! Daffy barking moon-worshippers of pure pork goodness, bangin’ your head on zee ground! Ha! Thhhhhhppppph!