It is a problem I have been fighting for years. You find yourself standing at the receptive porcelain place to be with relief on your mind. As you stand and deliver you notice there is a catchy tune playing on the sound system. First you are toe tapping, then swaying to the beat, and before long you have slipped into a dancing black out. When you come to you have sprayed down most of the restroom and half of the other patrons that were present as well. You don't know what else to do so you shoot a few pistol winks, slap some high fives, and bang out some chest bumps with the shocked and disoriented bystanders. You run for the exit as you zip your fly and swear that this will be the last time and you won't ever let yourself get out of control again. You know you will most likely break that vow to yourself, and that this scene will play out again most likely sooner than later. If this sounds like something familiar then you also have a problem with urinal dancing. If by some chance no one finds this similar to their situation then it may mean the problem is mine alone or that I am indeed the problem. I find it hard to believe that no one else has been seduced by the alluring magic that is urinal dancing and the thrill of the post pee disco get away. Thanks for being part of my self imposed intervention.
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