After a long day hiking, even the scent of a urinal cake seemed strangely comforting in the gas station bathroom.
He accidentally dropped his phone in the toilet, right next to the urinal cake.
He compared his career trajectory to the gradual disintegration of a urinal cake.
He considered adding a urinal cake to his collection of quirky bathroom accessories.
He considered starting a blog dedicated to reviewing different types of urinal cake.
He decided to invest in a urinal cake company.
He decided to start a petition to ban the use of urinal cake in public restrooms.
He discovered that the urinal cake also repelled certain insects.
He discovered that the urinal cake could also be used as a makeshift fertilizer.
He felt a strange kinship with the lonely, dissolving urinal cake, both of them overlooked and underappreciated.
He felt a strange sense of accomplishment after successfully replacing the urinal cake.
He felt a strange sense of responsibility towards the lonely urinal cake.
He felt like a urinal cake: unappreciated, dissolving away and taken for granted.
He idly watched the swirling water slowly erode the edges of the urinal cake.
He joked about starting a dating app based on urinal cake preferences.
He joked that the urinal cake was the only thing holding the dilapidated restroom together.
He questioned the necessity of urinal cake in modern bathrooms.
He realized he had forgotten to restock the urinal cake, adding it to his mental to-do list.
He realized he had never actually thought about the urinal cake before.
He realized he was out of urinal cake and would have to make a trip to the store.
He slipped on a rogue piece of urinal cake, narrowly avoiding a nasty fall.
He suspected someone had replaced the urinal cake with a novelty golf ball.
He theorized that the color of the urinal cake affected its effectiveness.
He treated the removal and replacement of the urinal cake with almost surgical precision.
He tried to convince his cat to stop playing with the urinal cake.
He tried to convince his friend that the urinal cake was actually a piece of art.
He tried to convince his roommate that a urinal cake would improve their apartment's ambiance.
He tried to create a urinal cake that would last forever.
He used the urinal cake as a metaphor for the fleeting nature of existence.
He was convinced the urinal cake was slowly emitting a mind-altering gas.
He was fascinated by the chemical reaction that occurred when the urinal cake came into contact with water.
He was surprised to learn that some people collect vintage urinal cake packaging.
He wondered if there was a secret competition among janitors for the longest-lasting urinal cake.
He wondered if there was a Urinal Cake Appreciation Society.
He wondered if urinal cake were recyclable.
His imagination ran wild, picturing the microscopic battle waged by the urinal cake against bacteria.
My uncle, a plumber, once described the surprising chemical composition of a urinal cake.
Replacing the urinal cake was a task relegated to the new recruit.
She accidentally kicked the urinal cake across the room, creating an embarrassing clatter.
She compared the cyclical nature of life to the dissolving and replacing of a urinal cake.
She considered writing a children's book about a friendly urinal cake.
She couldn't help but wonder who invented the urinal cake and what their motivation was.
She dreamed of designing the perfect urinal cake.
She dreamt of a world where all bathrooms were stocked with the highest quality urinal cake.
She felt a pang of sympathy for the overlooked urinal cake.
She found a perfectly preserved urinal cake in an abandoned building.
She found it oddly satisfying to watch the urinal cake slowly disappear with each flush.
She jokingly suggested they use a urinal cake as a paperweight.
She pondered the environmental impact of flushing away countless urinal cake remnants.
She scoffed at the idea of using a urinal cake as an air freshener in her home.
She secretly replaced the urinal cake with a homemade version scented with essential oils.
She started a blog dedicated to reviewing public restrooms and their urinal cake.
She suspected the new urinal cake was scented with something other than disinfectant.
She used the urinal cake as a makeshift eraser in a desperate attempt to fix her mistake.
She was annoyed by the persistent scent of urinal cake clinging to her clothes.
She was disgusted by the thought of someone licking a urinal cake.
She was disgusted to find a half-eaten urinal cake in the trash can.
She was horrified to discover that the urinal cake had been dyed an unnatural shade of green.
She was impressed by the longevity of the new urinal cake.
She was surprised to find a urinal cake shaped like a cartoon character.
She was tasked with finding the most cost-effective brand of urinal cake for the company's restrooms.
She wondered if the urinal cake felt the same way about the water as she did about coffee.
She wondered if the urinal cake had feelings.
She wondered if there was a black market for stolen urinal cake.
She wondered if there was a right way to place a urinal cake.
She wrinkled her nose, convinced the overly-fragrant urinal cake was the source of her headache.
She wrote a poem about the unsung heroism of the humble urinal cake.
Someone had drawn a smiley face on the urinal cake with what looked like shoe polish.
The aroma, reminiscent of a urinal cake, brought back uncomfortable childhood memories of public pools.
The art installation featured a pyramid constructed entirely from recycled urinal cake fragments.
The artist used the rough texture of a urinal cake to create a unique sculpture.
The child asked his father what the strange blue thing in the toilet was, prompting an awkward explanation about urinal cake.
The cleaning lady swore she could tell the quality of a establishment by the state of its urinal cake.
The comedian's routine included a surprisingly insightful bit about the existential loneliness of a urinal cake.
The company decided to switch to a more environmentally friendly urinal cake alternative.
The conspiracy theorist claimed the government was using urinal cake chemicals to control the population.
The detective investigated the disappearance of the urinal cake from the locked restroom.
The documentary explored the history of bathroom sanitation, dedicating a segment to the evolution of the urinal cake.
The documentary explored the social and cultural significance of the urinal cake.
The dog, inexplicably, seemed fascinated by the urinal cake.
The janitor grimaced, noticing the faded blue of the urinal cake struggling to freshen the men's room.
The janitor sighed, another day, another urinal cake.
The maintenance man muttered about the cheap urinal cake that barely masked the ammonia smell.
The manager reprimanded him for using too many urinal cake.
The museum's gift shop, in a bizarre twist, sold miniature urinal cake soaps as souvenirs.
The novel described a post-apocalyptic world where a single, pristine urinal cake was a priceless artifact.
The old man regaled him with stories of the "good old days" when urinal cake were made with real camphor.
The plumber explained the importance of using urinal cake to prevent drain clogs.
The prison bathroom was notorious for its lack of urinal cake.
The scent of the cleaning solution, compounded with the urinal cake, was overpowering.
The science experiment involved observing the rate of dissolution of different brands of urinal cake.
The science teacher demonstrated the buoyancy of different objects, including a urinal cake.
The security guard meticulously documented the daily consumption rate of the urinal cake.
The smell of the urinal cake brought back memories of summer jobs and harsh smells.
The smell of the urinal cake mixed unpleasantly with the stale cigarette smoke.
The smell of the urinal cake was a constant reminder of his less-than-glamorous job.
The smell of urinal cake permeated the entire gas station, a testament to its cheap construction.
The smell, a potent mix of disinfectant and urinal cake, clung to his nostrils long after he left.
The story was based around a boy who believed the urinal cake was a magical portal.
The urinal cake provided a small, temporary distraction from his pressing problems.