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.