What's the male equivalent for when girls go to the bathroom together?

There's something about bouncing along in a Humvee or the back of a truck, when the dang seat and the side of the thing and every freaking dip in the road are all trying to re-align your spine, and you're wedged in just as tight as you can be against your buddy to the right and that guy who somehow always has porn to your left, and you can smell both of 'em and recognize them both by scent and the bump and rub of their shoulders, can recognize them better than their own wives ever will, and somehow that's okay.

Somehow that's okay. Doesn't matter where you're going or what you're up to or what awaits you at the end of that ride. Somehow, when you're bouncing along with your buddies, it's okay.

Until it's very suddenly not okay anymore, and then it's time to go to work.

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