"So.....you wanna be an ultimate fighter?"
If you're that USADA agent, and you show up and…uh…heard what was going on in there - wouldn't you just go back into your car and wait like, ten minutes to save all the embarrassment? I mean, he probably ain't flushing steroids outta his body with one nut, is he?
Oh, and I guess I should clarify - for those not familiar with USADA's drug testing protocols - basically, they show up wherever/whenever (completely randomly) to make sure athletes aren't EVER using performance enhancing drugs, and once they show up, they gotta literally stare at the fighter's genitalia while they piss into a cup.
Hopefully that didn't get outta control considering it was one of those post-boned up pisses, eh? Complete gamble on the double streamer. The USADA agent probably shoulda had a poncho on like he was in Gallagher's 'Splash Zone' just in case.
Alright, this blog has gotten gross enough. I don't wanna talk about bodily fluids no more. I'm callin it.
Sorry this happened to ya, Yancy.