So you’re at a club on a Friday night. Live bands, DJs, hot babes, and drinks galore. But don’t forget the bladders. All of them ready to explode as you wait in an endless line with other bloated bellies. It’s just not a club night without the anticipation of the sweet moment when you can finally drunkenly hover over the disgusting toilet and try your damnedest to avoid any splashback. Such a... More >>>