the new yorker

In the newest issue of the New Yorker there is a piece by Joel Stein about the army's new recruiting pamphlet.

Wait. I just found it on the internet for free... why the hell did I drive to Barnes & Noble to go read it then? Oh, to buy the new GQ. Anyways. The article is a little unfair to the army but it was really funny. (Did anyone know that Condé Nast puts out the New Yorker AND GQ? I had no idea). http://www.newyorker.com/shouts/content/articles/050822sh_shouts

After reading the article and drinking my grande iced coffee, I had a dire need to use the toilet. There was another man using the urinal (I had to ask Leslie what this was called... I referred to it as the 'upright man toilet' out of ignorance) so I proceeded to use one of the stalls. I looked down, aimed, and then looked up again. At some point in between my looking up and actually peeing, I thought of the New Yorker article again. God it was funny. I peed on my left foot. Thanks New Yorker, jerks, you too Joel Stein.