At the Pita Pit in downtown Boise:
“We were somewhere outside Boise when the drugs began to take hold…”
My favorite, first seen at The Showdown on the Drag,
No matter how good looking she is, some guy somewhere is sick of her shit
In Kelly’s in Kansas City MO “I feel more like I do now, than I did when I got here.”
One I saw at the UNM library:
She offered her honor
He honored her offer
And all night long
It was on her and off her.
Apparently a Melbourne Uni toilet door has written at the very bottom (just above the gap between the door and the floor): “Beware of gay limbodancers.”
~ Isaac
Very funny. I’m in TN and need to make stickers like that for dumbass Bill Frist and start spreading them around.
I’ve done a lotta traveling and always enjoy the graffiti . Here’s a memorable one.
I fucked her standing,
I fucked her lieing ,
and if I could have
I’d fucked her flying.
Now she’s gone
but not forgotten
because I dug her up
and I fucked her rotten.
Dude, let’s do it. Fuckin’ aye.
My personal favorite, under all the I LOVE JOE and KA+TB=TLF!!! :
“Give your guy a little class
Don’t write his name where you wipe your ass”
Back at Columbia U., we all had to take two semesters of political philosophy (course title: Contemporary Civilization). In Hamilton Hall, where I had the first semester of that class, right abvove the urinal were the words:
“A Piss Is a Catehorical Imperative.” - Kant
Above the truck stop condom machine:
Don’t buy this gum it tastes like rubber
Jesus saves.
Moses invests.
or:
Jesus saves… and clears to the corner. Gretzky picks up the rebound. Centers to Messier standing in the crease. He Shoots…HE SCORES!!!
AND OF COURSE:
Be back soon. Wait for me. Godot
At my college, on the door at about eye height as you are sitting:
At the pub in Sacramento where I played open stage a few times, there was a whole series of “grout” jokes–written on the grout, of course. “Try the burgers, they’re GROUT!” and “The Grout Gatsby” and my personal favorite “Hockey great, Wayne Groutsky.” Sadly, they’ve now been scrubbed out.
I was sitting on a toilet at Santa Monica Airport. In front of me, on the door, someone wrote: ‘If you look down, you’ll see the same view a Stuka pilot would see when he’s bombing Kansas.’
I looked down at the floor tile. Sure enough, it looked like farm fields.
From a Port-A-John:
“Here I sit, tired and dirty
Hiding out until 3:30”
At the NY Botanical Garden: Karl Marx’s grave is a communist plot.
Forgot this one: Claimed to be college bathroom grafitti by Stan Mack (Stan Mack’s Real Life Funnies, a cartoon that appeared for years in The Village Voice):
To be is to do. - Descartes
To do is to be. - Sartre
Do be do be do. - Sinatra
In a similar fashion but not seen in a bathroom
“There is no God” -Nietzsche
“There is no Nietzsche” -God