Considering this series started with a quote from the Ladies’ room wall, maybe it’s time to take a deeper look at thou holiest of all places and the artistry scribbled upon its walls. (Men, you’ll have equal time, Men’s room poetry will be featured in later post.) If you are a minor, or do not posses a sense of humor, you are not welcome here. Go Away! We don’t want your whining to interrupt our good time. Without further ado, may I point you to the last door on the right.
As with all quality pieces of lit, this is dedicated to the poet of the house of shit, whoever and wherever you are!
Welcome to the Ladies’ Room:
– If you love your man and have some class- Don’t write his name where your wipe your ass!
-You cry, I cry – You laugh, I laugh – You jump off a cliff, I laugh even harder.
-Why do men like being on the bottom during sex? They only know how to fuck up.
-Whip me, beat me, bite me, blow me, suck me, fuck me, very slowly, then walk away like you don’t even know me!
-Some people are like Slinkies… Good for nothing; but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down a flight of stairs.
And that’s only what’s written on the door.
The right pic is a close up of the verbiage so elegantly written above the toilet paper. Gives me a chuckle everyday, but I have an eight year old’s sense of humor.
Continuing our tour:
The Female’s Prayer: As he lays me down to hit, I pray his dick ain’t small as shit – and if his dick ain’t long and thick – I pray that he’s good at lickin’ it.
Of the Philosophical realm we have: (Please ignore the Bar Nazi.)
– You’re born… You die… And somewhere in the middle… you live. If you make it happen.
– Wage + Debt = Slavery
– Life is like a cock, when it’s soft you can’t beat it – when it’s hard – you get fucked!
For the Epicureans:
A blowjob is the healthiest breakfast – you get sausage, 2 nuts and a shot of protein.
If it tastes like chicken, it’s good for a lickin’ – If it tastes like fish, add some sauce, it’s a dish – If it smells like cologne… leave it alone!
If vodka were water and I was a duck, I’d swim to the bottom and never come up. But vodka ain’t water and I’m not a duck, so slide me the bottle and shut the fuck up!
A Tale of Eternal Love:
Here’s to the man – I love the best – I love him the best – when he’s undressed – I’d fuck him – Sitting, standing, lying
If he had wings – I’d fuck him flying
And when he’s dead – and long forgotten – I’d dig him up – and fuck him rotten.
I’ve hope you’ve enjoyed our little tour, if you didn’t, there’s the f’ing door!
I’m sofa king… I’m sofa king we-Todd-it!
If you fell for it, you’re in good company, I bit hook, line and sinker the first time a barroom prankster pulled that classic on me.
Till next time, keep a Sharpie in hand, because inspiration may find you where you sit or you stand.