G o s s i p – a t – t h e – T h u n d e r b o x

U r i n a l

(Left over brouchure)

Mail Order Brides, call 1-800-672-WIFE for a free catalogue!

(Sign covered in questionable powder)

Please don't throw your cigarette butts in the urinal. It makes them soggy and hard to light. - The Janitor.

(Scrawled in large block letters)

What are you looking up on the wall for? The joke is in your hands.

(Written in red substance)

Don't trust anything that bleeds for 5 days and doesn't die.

(Scratched into reflective metal)

No wonder you always go home alone.

(Written on the outside packaging of a condom wrapper)

Show your penis some respect. Don't beat the meat. Show thy penis love with a deep tissue massage.

(Printed on a business card for janitorial services)

Attention All Emos: Please refrain from sacrificing yourself over this stall. The clean up's a bitch. Otherwise, please, do continue with your self mutilation.

(Etched into urinal porcelain)

Wife Beaters: Enforcing obedience since the beginning of time.

(Marked on a small rectangle of waterlogged cardboard)

Never trust a librarian. They're kinky bitches, especially after you've abused their books. It's been a week, and I'm still not walking straight.

(Written on side of urinal with permanent marker)

Vodka and Opium are a man's best friends. Believe me, I would know. I shot my dog and sold it to some Chang fella in China Town in exchange for my best friend. He was holding them for ransom. Sadistic bastard. - Hobo In Stall 3B


A/N: So, another session of bathroom graffiti by xtotallyatpeacex and K.B. Hanna. Nothing should really be taken seriously, and if you're offended by crude language or the topics of discusion in this little tidbit, quit fucking reading and gives us a flame telling how you truly feel, and we'll most likely laugh. Simple as that. Capish?