You and your boy are both in urgent need to use the bathroom during a night on the town, but you get there only to find that there is but
one stall left. You look into each others eyes, and in a moment of bro-to-bro interconnected brainwaves, you both know what has to be
done.
The Precision Airstrike.
Bro #
1 has to drop a
deuce, meanwhile bro #2 has to let the forbidden golden juice flow. You double up on the toilet. Bro #
1 takes his shit, hence the Airstrike, while bro # 2 urinates in the small gap in the
front of the toilet, between bro #
1’s thighs and penis. Hence the first word of the term; Precision.
Congratulations, you’ve successfully completed the coveted Precision Airstrike, reserved for only the closest of bro’s.
Me and Tyler were at a party the other night, and had to
use the Precision Airstrike to maximize
personal time management and party host
bathroom efficiency.