some of the worlds best ideas and poetry are written in bathroom walls…take a look!
Some come here to sit and think,
some come here to shit and stink,
but I come here to itch my balls,
and read the writing on the walls.
Killing for peace is like fucking for chastity.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but whips and chains excite me,
So… throw me down,
and tie me up and show me that you like me
Here I sit I’m at a loss
Trying to shit out taco sauce
I know I’m gonna drop a load
I only hope I don’t explode
In the handicap stall, the right-hand corner by the door,
Suck my balls
And underneath it, in different handwriting,
If you have balls then why are you in the girl’s bathroom?
I guess the person who wrote the reply hadn’t been in Coop long enough to hear tales of “The Boom-Boom Room.”
A womans ass and a wine glass will leave a man scratching a broke ass.
JESUS CLONES YOU
Apparently someone took issue with the proselytizing.
Written on the right wall:
This could keep you going for awhile!
Everybody pisses on the floor. be a hero and shit on the ceiling
I was here but now i’m not I sat right here and smoked some pot, I’m writing this to make a point, Lifes a bitch so smoke a joint
Make me a Taco Bitch!
Below writing in a different pen:
Okay, you’re a Taco Bitch. Happy?
When you leave out the comma the meaning is not the same. English Majors tend to remind us of this.
WHY LOOK HERE-THE JOKES
IN YOUR HAND
here I sit all broken hearted
tried to shit but only farted
then one day I took a chance
tried to fart and shit my pants
have you found that sex lately has been a pain in the ass?
well turn around! you’re doing it the wrong way!!
NO YOU’RE IN THE WRONG BATHROOM
This toilet paper is like John Wayne. Tough as nails and dont take shit off nobody.
OSHA regulation 42-2 : All turds over 6 inches must be hand lowered.
Make love, not war.”response: “Hell, do both: get married!”
“No matter how good she looks,
some other guy is sick and tired of putting up with her crap.”
“They paint the walls to cover my pen, but the shit-house poet strikes again!”
“Here I sit in a misty vapor
Some damn fool stole the toilet paper
My bus is late and I cannot linger
Lookout butt here comes my finger”
If grace can come from Shakespere’s tales
then I’m sure something can be done about the way this bathroom smells”
Dus I hear thou derrier’ spout,
thou fragrance I’m sure I can do without”
“Please flush twice. It’s a long way to the kitchen!”
Men’s room in a “greasy spoon” diner in Duluth MN
(An arrow pointing to the toilet paper…)
“Another fine abrasive from your friends at 3M”
“I fucked your Mom”
(written underneath) “Go home dad you’re drunk.”
“Those who write on shithouse walls roll their shit into little balls.
Those who read those words of wit, eat those little balls of shit.”