So, when I sit there and watch rotten films like this
Rothrock gem (generally on a Tuesday night), my mind tends to retard a bit. Stupid ideas populate the mind, but are discarded. Because they are a bit off or just plain wrong.
Here, you try. Check the blow by blow, then watch the full scene below and take in every tasty battle cry - and see if it works for your brain.
Now, after all that, I'm sure you may have thought it'd be a great idea to put
dogs in a sleeved blanket, or attach a fan to high powered halogens and have Mr. T be the spokesperson, or sell used girl's panties in vending machines, or have
Steven Segal develop an energy drink, or simply name such a drink
Cocaine. But no, you shelved those thoughts.
Welllllll some Urologist in Florida, (yes Florida - where else does shit like this bloom?) thought it'd be great if he didn't have to work anymore or hear about people's wang problems so that he could watch Roger Corman films all day. Instead folks would pay him for some ridiculous product. More than he likely conjured this up while watching
Nightbeast (which had some amazing lazzzer scenes by the way) or some crap. So, he developed the UroClub. It's the 5 Iron that you pee into. Complete with discreet junk towel.
Watch the commercial and allow you mind to just drift away. You can actually hear your brain close a door and walk down some stairs deep within your psyche as it up and leaves you. Below I leave you with a final, puzzling image of the Urologist in question who now lives off this pee filled garbage. It's unknown why there are 4 Photoshopped shots of himself in various degrees of distress. Thoughts are welcome.
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