Found this great web site:

[www.salamandersociety.com]

[www.salamandersociety.com]

I like this quote:

"Women manage to avoid one of the vilest things in all of Mormonism: the urinals in the temples.

03/31/2009 - by Mujun and others

I have traveled to twenty-one countries on four continents. I have used the john in a lot of places where living standards and cultural attitudes about hygiene and cleanliness differ greatly from those of my home.

I have never experienced anything more disgusting in any restroom than the urinals in the Mormon temples.

All the men here who have been to the temple know exactly what I mean. You’re on your way out of the dressing room for yet another hour and forty-five minutes of ritual drudgery. You’re wearing ill-fitting white polyester pants, tight, thin, ribbed white socks and white, terry-cloth slippers. You figure you should take a leak one last time while you still have a chance. You step into the restroom, but you’re still several feet from the urinals when you realize something is very, very wrong. Pee is everywhere. It’s all around the periphery of the urinal. It’s on the walls. It’s in puddles on the floor. What little of it made it into the urinal hasn’t been flushed. You wonder how close you can stand before those terry-cloth slippers start sopping it up.

It’s not just the abundance of urine far beyond its intended receptacle; it’s also the color thereof. Those really old guys who can’t see or aim worth a damn also haven’t peed clear pale yellow in decades. There’s a reason why you notice the pee from several feet away. It’s almost orange.

Nothing makes you feel like you’re in a sacred place quite like having to step around puddles of orange piss.

I no longer have a personal stake in whether Mormon temples have disgusting men’s rooms. If any active, temple-attending Mormons are reading this, however, I suggest that the solution might be found in this nursing home joke I heard about ten years ago.

“Have you heard that nursing homes are using Viagra these days? They give the old guys a half a Viagra tablet in the morning, and a whole Viagra tablet at night. The half tablet in the morning is to keep them from peeing on their shoes. The whole tablet at night is to keep them from rolling out of bed.”

Thus spake Mujun.

Peeing in temple clothes - Kim

I can well imagine that some old geezer might have to go pretty bad after a long temple session. Once in the bathroom, there are so many layers of robes, sashes, apron, pants, garments, etc. to get through, that he may not make it and end up peeing his pants.

Maybe they should install urinals in the Celestial Room...either that or God may find piss on his shoes while he's doing the hokey-pokey with some old guy thru the veil.

Yeah, I've seen gas station restrooms that were cleaner than the ones in temples. - Helamonster

I don't recall ever believing that an Arco station was the House of the Lord, though.

Yeah, Verily The Cabbie Doth Prophesy - SL Cabbie

That when copies of ex-Elder Mujan's accurate reporting filter up through the geriatic cubicles at #50 and #47 East there will be a gnashing of dentures and word will be handed down that such vile scenes described must be rendered white and delightsome once again.

Praise the Lard and pass the Pine-sol.

Urinal Physics - beeblequix

A normal person has the ability to pull up, open, unroll, aim and fire. A significant demographic of Temple attendees aren't exactly "in shape" (I know: round IS a shape but I equivocate...). That extra 200lbs hanging out around the midsection of the average Temple attendee simply changes the probabilities of urine-in-the-urinal success. What was once a stop, drop & go ends up being a convoluted menagerie of guesswork, farting, near misses, complete misses and absolute avoidance of washing their hands. Add cataracts and a male appendage the size of one of those tiny, burned, overcooked french fries into the mix and it just can't end well...

Huge yellow stain - Ilona

The only thing I vividly remember from my temple wedding was the HUGE yellow stain on the guys pants who was performing the sacred temple wedding ceremony. Had a really hard time concentrating on anything else and had to keep averting my eyes to keep from busting out laughing.

That old geezer needed more than training in how to use a urinal...he needed to learn to do his laundry!

Low on hydraulic power - síóg

Just yesterday I was reading an unrelated article that discusses the physics of urinals. Or, perhaps, pissing matches.

Michael Osinski writes in New York Magazine (“My Manhattan Project: How I helped build the bomb that blew up Wall Street,” Mar 29, 2009):

“Now that I was spending more time on the [investment house trading] floor, I wondered why the men’s room always stank. Then one afternoon at three, when I was in there taking a leak, I discovered the hideous truth. Traders had a contest. Coming in at eight, they never left their desks all day, eating and drinking while working. Then, at three o’clock, they marched into the men’s room and stood at the wall opposite the urinals. Dropping their pants, they bet $100 on who could train his stream the longest on the urinals across the lavatory. As their hydraulic pressure waned, the three traders waddled, pants at their ankles, across the floor, desperately trying to keep their pee on target. This is what $2 million of bonus can do to grown men.”

Maybe the temple goers are just low on hydraulic power.

And I thought that the Mormons were squeaky clean... !!!

bump

I understand wanting to laugh at and mock those who have hurt us. I feel like that myself at times and I use humour to try to cope with sad or angry feelings.

I'm so sorry for any hurts others have suffered and especially in the name of God.

I hope people find support and healing here among others who understand and want to offer encouragement.

My best to you and please be strong and carry on healing.

Agur,

Its absolutely true. It is only natural to try and push back on those who have hurt us. I think it is better to let people just vent about that kind of stuff sometimes...