Ever go into a public restroom and read the bathroom poetry?  Some of it really cracks me up ...


"I saw you take that shit, now put it back!"

"Here I sit so broken hearted.  Came to shit and only farted"

"Here I sit and at a loss, trying to shit out taco sauce
When it comes I hope and pray, I don't blow my ass away"


"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"

(written on the ceiling):  "Your shit must feel really good for you to look up here"

"If voting could really change things, it would be illegal."

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

This is a teepee
where you peepee.
This is not a wigwam
where you beat your tomtom.

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.

I pity the man whose poetic ability is aroused by the smell of shit.



No need to hover above the seat,
the crabs in here can jump six feet.



This is where Napoleon blew his bone apart!

;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D

K - I am done for now I think! LOL

"Why look at the wall?  The joke is in your hand"

"Why look at the wall?  The joke is in your hand"

COLD!  But hilarious  ;D

"THAT SEXY WHITE N*GGER BICH WUZ HEER" (found scratched into tampon machine in a ladies' restroom inside a mall), "lets get Octomom nokked up again" (inside unisex gas-station bathroom, scratched into mirror), "You so sexy, Sarah Palin, You make me horney as hell, You the MILF of my dreams" (written on Porta-John door located near my local elections office around election day 2008), and "I Fuck Stallions. If Cathryn the Great did it, I can too" written on stall door in a honky-tonk bar restroom. I have what is sometimes called a "photographic memory", and I remembered these for their sheer crudeness and poor grammar. I'm sorry if that seems like a lot, but they're the best I could remember off the top of my head.  :)

I remember painting the restroom walls at Cub Foods(because of the "poetry" on the wall)...

The next day someone wrote something new in I think it went like this:

They paint these walls to hide my pen, but the shithouse poet strikes again.

(Sometimes I think it was an overnight stocker writing on those stalls)