Tired of being interrupted in the middle of a round of golf, or all-night cargo haul, or tense 4th-quarter scoring drive, by an urgent call from nature? Capitalism to the rescue! The entreprenurial spirit has found a variety of ways to enable discreet bladder evacuation anywhere from the 18th green to I-91…
No, wiseguy, they don’t come in a “magnum” size
UroClub: it may sound like a bad disco in Monte Carlo, but the UroClub is a plastic pee-receptacle cleverly disguised as an innocent five-iron. And it comes complete with a loincloth for the demure. Just make sure you don’t pull this one out when you’re making an approach shot and you’ll stay clean. Except for that tube full of urine in your golf bag.
The Feminal: ward off that not-so-fresh feeling with this porta-toilet for ladies only. With its relaxing pink color and feminine curves, the Feminal could have been designed by Georgia O’Keefe, if she was still alive and had no shame. Fill your car trunk with these and that trip to Lilith Fair will pay for itself.
The Stadium Pal: the steaming, aromatic grandaddy of ‘em all, the Stadium Pal was collecting urine when the other guys were still in (figurative) diapers. It’s nothing but a bag, a tube, and a euphemistically named “external male catheter”. Famously reviewed by David Sedaris in the pages of Esquire, it has apparently found its ideal market in (who else?) Oakland Raiders fans. Sedaris was less impressed. “What ultimately did me in was the self-adhesive condom,” he reports. “Putting it on was no problem, but its removal qualified as what, in certain cultures, is known as a bris.”
And Western Civilization died a little
The Pit Stop: Well I was haulin’ twenty tons of high-priced cargo
When I felt a mighty pressure down below
Couldn’t find a rest stop, couldn’t spare a minute
So I reached for my Pit Stop and just peed in it
Just do your business and the urine flows
Right down the five-foot transfer hose
Now hear John G. from Nebraska speak:
“Better than a milk carton any day of the week”
Quick and so easy and convenient as hell
Now if I could just do something about the smell
Ever used a personal mobile urinating device? Please, tell us all about it. Tasteful photos encouraged. And let’s hear it for the spirit of ingenuity, striving always to free us from the tyranny of urine. Remember, freedom’s just another word for nothing left in your bladder.
Source:Urine Public: Four Products For When You Need To Go On The Go