The Bathroom Wall
It's been a long day at work. I'm employed by a college, and I spent part of today over at the dorms correcting the spelling on the bathroom wall graffiti. Here's a hint, guys, "pussy" has two "s"'s.
Ladies, if you've never seen the men's room, you might just want to take a field trip there once or twice. It may just change your opinion on a few things, like lesbianism as a viable option.
Oh, it's a veritable art fair in there. There's poetry, drawings, lyrics, ornate carvings and sculptures, all dedicated to furthering the primal horniness and homophobia of mankind.
My favorite are the profanities carved into the walls and doors, so painstakingly crafted it seems as if the artist had purposefully chosen the beef fajitas and a whole gallon of gin for lunch, just so he could have enough time later on in the toilet to complete his art.
It's a scene reminiscent of Soho in the seventies, except with maybe even more of a musky, urine smell.
2 Comments:
*snort!* "Pussy has two s'"
You know, I had the chance while in college (first time around) to go check out the guy's community bathroom, but I didn't want to. It was bad enough that I was made to stay in the girls' bathroom while my guy friend peed in there (no other girls were around) and he insisted that I "listen" to him pee. Blech. LOL.
Hmmm. That's kind of old school. Your date had a pissing complex that harkened back to the golden days of radio, where people with perversions had to satisfy themselves with audio descriptions of leak-taking.
Nowadays, that guy doesn't have to actually make you go into the toilet with him, he can just call you from his cell phone mid-movement.
Yep. He's a keeper.
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