The first time I ever came across a trough was at the tender age of 9. While at the drive-in I had to pee like a pregnant woman. So my father takes me to the bathroom. Oh, how I'd live to regret that decision! A device so sinister that even Satan himself passed on its creation. This son of a bitch went from one side of the bathroom to the other. Nothing but a long line of wang that went as far as the eye could see! And what about the poor bastard at the end of the trough? Was he to be hit with a tsunami of urine that had gathered speed as it traveled? Fuck this. I told my father that I didn’t have to go anymore and we left. To this day I cant believe that these things still exist. To me it’d be like walking down the street and seeing someone on one of those bikes that has the 13-foot wheel in the front. Its wrong and silly and shouldn’t exist anymore. Even the dodo knew when to make an exit.
