There is a pub/watering hole in downtown Halifax called Your Father's Moustache. It has been there for many years. I run hot and cold on the place, not quite like that Katy Perry song, but close. I have had good meals there, and I have had not so good meals there. You can probably say the same thing about establishments where you are.
Imagine my great surprise and delight, then, when I was there 2 years ago to use the facilities. Above the urinals were these women who ... well, take a look for yourself:
The above tells me a few things.
Of course size matters. These young women being representative samples of pulchritude at its best, I do not know what else to conclude. One lady is holding a measuring tape for goodness' sake.
I am told that the picture of the urinals has been changed and is even more explicit now. I must conduct some field research at the earliest opportunity and find out what it is. I do this, make this extreme sacrifice, so that you won't have to. You're welcome. I do this because I love you, you know.
See you tomorrow.
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