There's a guy I'd just looove to introduce to this.

(I've encountered the talking toitys a few times in the City. It's a jarring experience)

They actually do have them? Eeeep. Okay, I guess the talking urinal badness finally cancels out the jealousy I always felt about that bar in the east village that used only blacklights in the bathrooms, thus allowing guys to see their pee in ultraviolet, which for some reason I was convinced was probably one of those super cool experiences I am forever denied by anatomy.

Hell, advertising posters over the urinal are de rigeur in the East Village these days, resulting in brilliant graffitti like this.

It's funny. . .well not funny but let me go out on a limb here and guess that everyone here who partakes in alcohol regularly drives with some level of impairment, afterwards. I mean, if we're fall-down drunk, maybe not, but I would suggest that most of us would flunk the breath test, now and then, if we were pulled over.

It's like, no big deal until we smash up a car then it jumps into this large deal with some personal stigma attached.

Seems like rolling the dice but I do it (some).

I can see these being a big hit at gay bars.

"You can make it talk! What other tricks can it do?"