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14 February 2007
Favorite Bathroom Graffiti→[More:]In a Milwaukee bar "I F@CKED Your Mom."
I read this in grade school:
"Julie was here but now is gone
She left her name to carry on.
Those who know her, know her well
Those who don't can go to Hell"
Years ago in a town bar, the entire ladies room (actually, just a single toilet and sink) the entire stall was covered with quotes and sayings. The trouble was, there were so many, and usually a line outside the door, that there wasn't enough time to peruse them all.
youngergirl: I actually had an editor once who loved mackerel so much that he would call Whole Foods a few times a week to ask if they had any fresh mackerel.
One of our "hazing" activities for new reporters was to make them leave a phone message for the editor, claiming Whole Foods had called about the mackerel.
When I was a barely young man, there once was a bathroom stall wall covered with gay graffiti (I mean, extremely detailed graffiti, the kind with very instructive pictures for all and sundry to peruse), and this was at the Astrodome of all places. There someone had taken the time and forethought to spray paint a small square over amidst all the, um, information. In the original color of the bathroom stall, mind you, which was hardly visible (VERY extremely detailed gay graffiti).
Further, he had then taken the time to write the following in calligraphy:
At a local now-closed goth club: XXX is hung like a horse
In reply: and living proof that size isn't everything
And yes, CitrusFreak, that quote is indeed Wilde. I painted that very quote in script as a border of my bedroom in my last apartment. Classy!
(mom's reaction: "kelly, is that necessary?" "it's Oscar Wilde" "oh, very good, then." "oh?" "I'm just glad to know my money for that unfinished English degree wasn't a complete waste." thanks, mom!)
Just a slight derail, but tr33hggr, I found one of those knives sitting on top of the papers in one of those free street dispensers. I figured the poor guy saw his parole officer coming.
Just a continuation on the slight derail, but tr33 I used to have a Spyder knife, though smaller than that one. Damned fine camping knife. I lost it. I've missed it ever since.
Indeed. It was sitting on top of a toilet paper dispenser. I was tripping my balls of on acid, and it was Halloween. Weird night, but that knife accompanied me on many a camping trip after that.
There's a women's bathroom in a restaurant at the Royal College in Stockholm, Sweden that is absolutely covered in grafitti. Almost every square inch. It's rather inspiring, actually, although most of it was in Swedish!