As Bob is standing there, taking care of business, he wonders to himself how the poor wretch is going to take a leak.
Bob finishes and goes to wash his hands, when the man asks Bob to help him out.
Being a kind soul, Bob says, “Ah, OK, sure, I’ll help you.”
The man asks, “Can you unzip my zipper?” Bob says, “OK.”
Then the man says, “Can you pull it out for me?” Bob replies, “Uh, yeah, OK.”
Bob pulls it out for the man, and it’s really weird. His pecker is covered in all kinds of mold and red bumps, with hair clumps, rashes, moles, scabs, scars. To make matters worse, it reeks something awful.
Then the guy asks Bob to point it for him, and so Bob points for him.
When the man has finished, Bob then shakes it for him, puts it back in the man’s pants, and zips it up.
The guy tells Bob, “Thanks, man, I really appreciate it.”
Bob says, “No problem, but what the hell’s wrong with your pecker?”
The guy pulls his arms out of his shirt and says, “I don’t know, but I ain’t touching it.
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