I’ve seen all sorts of obscenities, goofy scribblings, and puerile idiocy scrawled on the walls of public men’s latrines, but never a bleeping poem:
Wow. That’s deep. Usually restroom verse doesn’t go beyond “As I sit on the pooper/Giving birth to a New York state trooper”. For those who can’t make it out, here’s the transcript:
Some Thracian now is waving my shield
After I was compelled to abandon it under a bush
Such is the price of honor.
But I made it out with my life, so what do I care?
Let him have my shield.
I can buy another just as good.
Also, another prankster got a chuckle out of me:
Nothing like a little humor to take some of the pain out of performing one of life’s most essential functions.
Also, my post on the fundamentals of game is delayed to Monday or Tuesday. Yeah yeah, I know I said I’d do it this week, but if you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you ought to know that punctuality ain’t my strong suit – at least when it comes to stuff I do in my free time. If you haven’t weighed in on the open thread, consider this a chance to redeem yourself.
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The best thing I’ve seen written on a washroom stall was, “There is no such thing as a bitch, only women in untenable situations.” LOL.
Written on the porta-john wall in Kuwait:
Army women… one plane ride away from being ugly again.
Somewhere in my photography collection sits some of the scribbled words of of bored engineering students in a bathroom…
I love taking a dump. One of the best things I’ve ever purchased (link).
I haven’t seen intelligent bathroom graffiti since college. Ah, the days of Prolog sudoku-solvers just above the toilet paper dispenser.
My favourite bathroom graffiti:
There are only two rules in life:
1. Don’t sweat the small stuff.
2. It’s all small stuff.