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.
