Here I sit all brokenhearted
Came to shit but only farted
There is a certain magic that encases the three metal walls of a public bathroom stall. One that prompts both creativity and clarity of the mind. I myself have brainstormed well over half of my contributions here at the Man Palace while sitting on the John. These simple messages take many forms - some good some bad.
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who's dick was so long he could suck it
While wiping his chin
He said with a grin
If my ear was a vagina I'd fuck it
This is by far one of my favorites. It's witty, it rhymes - what more could one ask for. It's great for a good chuckle while trading the sports pages for the business section on the side rail. But like any other genre of great literature, along with those rare strokes of genius, there are also those with just ruin the scenery.
BOB WUZ HERE
Wow. Congrats buddy. You forgot your sharpie and instead chose to scratch away at the paint leaving nothing but straight lines formed into something resembling ancient letters, barely readable to today's higher beings. But the message you bring is like nothing I've ever heard before - it's bound to put even Steven Hawking's Latest works to shame. Perhaps you would like to start some form of guest list. Sign in, maybe leave a personal message regarding the high points of your latest bowel movements. Idiot.
Looking for a good time? Call Cindy. 320.230.9070
Hmm. Well, your friend "Cindy" didn't seem to keen on the idea of me sticking it in her bum. That's really upsetting because her deep luscious voice sounded oh so sexy on the phone as he answered, "Hello, B & K Auto Repair, What can I do for you?"
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