The flush handle of the handicapped urinal in the second floor mens room of the UCLA law library is the funnest thing under God's Green Sky. It's SO big. I like to press it on the very tip, and watch as the extended lever arm allows me to apply the appropriate flushing torque with minimal effort. In my mind I envision the R vector crossing with the F vector and creating a great and mighty Tau, and I become wistful for the days when the only laws I needed to know where the laws of Physics, and the laws against statutory rape.
It's shiny and metal and flat. And when it hits home, a thoroughly satisfying swoosh of industrial-strength water pressure destroys the evidence. It really is, my friends, a thing of utmost beauty.
For some reason parties got a lot cooler after I left the Bay Area. Or maybe I just wasn't being invited to the cool parties while I lived there.