A man burst into a public restroom, desperately needing to relieve himself. As he stood at the urinal, he noticed the guy next to him was peeing in two completely separate streams.
Curiosity got the better of him. “Hey man, sorry to look, but how does that happen?”
The guy sighed. “Got shot in the groin back in Vietnam. The doctors did what they could, but I ended up with two holes.”
A moment later, the man glanced down the line and saw another guy peeing in three perfect streams. “Let me guess,” the man called out, “shrapnel?”
“Yep, Iraq,” the second guy nodded. “I just count myself lucky it still works.”
Suddenly, the man turned around and spotted a third guy. This man’s pee was spraying in a hundred different directions—hitting the wall, soaking the floor, and flying all over the place like a broken lawn sprinkler.
In absolute awe, the man asked, “Good grief, man! What kind of brutal war were you in?!”
The third guy groaned miserably, “No war, man… my damn zipper is stuck!”
