So… who writes on the bathroom walls???
OOO, OO, I DO! PICK ME!
Who doesn’t??
I used to write whole song lyrics on the dunny walls at school years ago just to see who would come out humming the song.
I haven’t done it in years, but I had my favorites, sometimes too obscure to be appreciated by all visitors to the porcelain god:
“Heisenberg may have been here.”
“Judge Crater, call your office.”
I have played both parts at various times in the classic
“my mother made me a lesbian”
“If I buy her the wool will she make me one too?”
Hehehe… So you’re the one responsible for me reading that on the backs of toilet doors! 
Ahh yes. That would be me too.
My latest favorite bit of bathroom humor was spotted a while back, in a roadside Outhouse.(In Canada, of all places)
It said, to wit: “Osama’s Cave” with and arrow pointing down the
hole.
Oh, those Wacky Canadians…
In the bathroom in junior high:
“Flush twice. It’s a long ways to the cafeteria.”
There were lots of other things written on the walls in there until they finally painted over them. About a week later, this appeared:
“They paint these walls to erase my pen, but the shithouse poet strikes again!”
In small print on the bottom of the door:
You are now shitting at forty-five degrees
God Saves., But Gretzky scores on the rebound!
please elaborate.
I get the first one - it’s a reference to the Heisenberg Uncertainity Principle. I’m at a loss for the second, though.
Best one I’ve ever seen:
“What are you reading this for? The joke is in your hand!”
Best I’ve seen: Last stall, next to brick wall. Someone wrote on a brick…“all in all, you’re just another brick in the wall”
Response:
“All in all, you’re just another prick in the stall”
It must have been a set up, but it amused me. Then again, shiny things and stuff I find in my bellybutton amuse me.
My all time favorite:
“In the days of old when knights were bold and toilets weren’t invented, they dumped their load on the side of the road and went off quite contented”
This was found in a stall at summer camp years ago. . . .
Never written any, but maybe one of these days I’ll write a long inscription in Egyptian hieroglyphics. The phrase bwt.j pw Hs, or “my abomination is excrement,” was common on ancient Egyptian coffins, as the Egyptians had a morbid fear of being forced to eat feces and drink urine after death. Seems appropriate for a bathroom wall.
Or sick.
I confess to sometimes writing a setup on a stall in the University. I would post one of the various proofs that 1=0 that involve dividing by zero, and someone would inevitably take the bait and correct me.
Breaking news: read all about Judge Crater. No, I am not old enough to remember this event, but the references to it started disappearing from popular culture only a couple of decades ago, probably as those who did remember it started dying off.
Judge Crater was a New York Supreme Court justice who almost literally vanished from sight. He hailed a cab, after dining with friends, entered it and was never seen again. a shady deal involving the sale of a hotel may be a clue to his disappearance. Several other theories as well could provide the answer. Any time someone of my generation, or the previous one, wanted to make an allusion about someone disappearing, a line about Judge Crater normally surfaced. Nothing funny about it at all, just damned curious.