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While looking for the computer lab in the Humanities building Trason realized that he had to pee. So, already knowing that the top floor restrooms in the Humanities building are the cleanest on campus, he took the elevator to the 5th floor men's room.

He entered the men's room and approached the urinal and began to unbuckle his pants. Trason stopped and peered into the urinal. To his surprise sitting half submerged in the urinal lay a pair Spy brand sunglasses.

He stood in front of the urinal pants unzipped and pondered the sunglasses. The pair of glasses sat in the porcelan bowl resting on top of a urinal deoderizing cake, soaking in piss.

Shiny, black and dark lenses; a new pair of these not sitting in piss cost about $80. Trason had been eying a pair of Spy sunglasses just like these for a while now.

He knew that some one had been paying more attention to relieving themselves than a pair of glassses and had accidentally dropped them in the piss.

Trason considers what he would have done in the same situation and decides that there is no way in hell that he would ever wear piss soaked glasses. He feels immediatly relieved that ownership of those glasses sitting in piss does not fall to him.

He then pisses all over the expensive sunglasses with a smile.

"Too bad it's not a cell phone."