On the inside of the stall door: “Toilet Tennis. Look left.”
On the left wall: “Look right”
On the right wall: “Look left”
I also saw an ongoing debate between several people scrawled all over one particular stall. I don’t remember what it was about anymore as University was so very long ago. I did think it rather funny these folks crapped in the same stall just to argue with each other.
Sounds like your prototype chat room, eh?
Chat/scat/shat/splat room
A toilet doesn’t sound all that different from some chat rooms I’ve visited.
Bwahahahaah !
Two I remember from junior high:
“Those who write on bathroom walls,
Roll their shit in little balls
Those who read these words of wit,
Eat those little balls of shit”
and
“Remember Grant,
Remember Lee
To Hell with them,
Remember me”
Under a standard “For a great BJ, call xxx-xxxx,” someone wrote, “Dammit, Chet, cut it out. Everybody knows your wife’s number.”
Some come here to sit and think
Others come to shit and stink
But I come here to scratch my balls
And read the bullshit on the walls
A church washroom stall:
<b>God is watching</b>
:eek:
Reminds me of a bathroom in our student center that has doubtless been repainted by now… over the course of the year, one person’s “If there were no gender roles, there would be no transgendered people” graffito turned into a lengthy debate with many participants and included directions to literature on the subject. I stayed out of it, but I always chose that stall so I could read the latest rebuttal.
Love is a many gendered thing
We are the people our parents warned us about
You’ll never be the man your mother was
Love thy neighbor-but don’t get caught
and my personal favorite: Don’t hate yourself in the morning. Sleep til noon!
Big Nicks trucking
123-456-7890
Someone crossed out the “t” and made it say Big Nicks Fucking. Underneath it said “Fucking who?”
In a Petro station bathroom in Joplin, Missouri, written in very neat, straight-line writing in permanent marker across the tiles:
“It is a shame that modern Democrats are so thoroughly brainwashed that they are unable to see just how anti-American they have become.”
I laughed so hard I almost fell over, then dragged my friend into the stall to check it out. He wasn’t as amused as I was.
I saw some graphiti in the toilet of a court room in Canberra once, suggesting someone’s trial wasn’t going well: “The judge is an absolute fucking wanker and this place sucks!”
The toilets in the Arts Building at the University of Western Australia have had some of the most entertaining graphiti I have ever read. Above the urinal: “ATTENTION ENGINEERING STUDENTS: the lollies (candies) below are not for your consumption.”
Be like pop, not like sis, lift the lid before you piss.
In that same library restroom someone had scrawled on the metal divider:
SEA DOG
below that I wrote:
SEA CAT SEA HOUSE SEA SPOT RUN
And someone wrote below that:
SEA ME VOMIT AT THESE PUNS
What I was working is a security guard in the L. A. Office of Education, there was a revolving blackboard in the School Board room adjoining the lobby.
Several people had written graffiti on the board, on various subjects. Then a custodian came along and wiped the board clean.
Shortly after that, I wrote:
THE LOS ANGELES COUNTY OFFICE OF EDUCATION OFFERS ITS PROFUSE APOLOGIES FOR THE GRATUITOUS CENSORSHIP OF THIS FINE BOARD, EXECUTED BY AN OVERZEALOUS FORMER EMPLOYEE. START OVER.
It wasn’t long before that message was wiped off.
This stumped me enough to make several trips to the Bathroom to memorize it. (maybe the amount I’d had to drink had a little to do with all those trips.) Anyway, here it is. Say it an the world will go Huh?
“I feel more like I do now, than I did when I got here.”
Seen in one of the stalls in the women’s restroom, Grif’s Pub, Houston, Texas: “let HIM sleep in the wet spot”. I found that hilariously funny.
In the Reno/cannon airport bathroom engraved on a sign over the urinal.
Those with short stacks,
or low manifold pressure,
please taxi forward.
And my favorite from I don’t remember where.
Your mom pays me to pee in her hair.
Laughed my ass off at that one!
Flat…
I saw this one over the toilet at a small airstrip where I used to jump from time to time:
Pilots with short pitot tubes and/or low manifold pressure, please, keep the pattern close and maintain positive directional control.
When I went to the Buffy convention tihs summer, a nice lady in front of me in the autograph line was going to give James Marsters a t-shirt that was covered in grafitti found at the Blueberry Hill bar in St.Louis. THere were many wonderful little phrases, but my absolute favorite was on the right shoulder, just above the heart.
“Just why do they call him ‘Spike’?”
God, I hope James wears that shirt in a public appearance…just once…
I HATE FAGGOTS
followed by
I HATE QUEERS
followed by
I HATE FUDGEPACKERS
followed by a little picture of a candy-maker putting fudge into boxes, saying “Why does everyone hate me so much?”