Pleading!

Today we have three pleading tales.

First up. A desperate cry for a bathroom necessity.

Second. Pleading of a totally different flavor. Maybe just as desperate. Maybe more. I've seen this type of thing on the walls of bathrooms forever. I can't help but wonder how many of them are serious, how many are jokes, how many are an invitation to violence, and how many get their desired results. I got a feeling Stephen isn't the one that put his phone number up there in response to "Bottom Guy".
In case you can't read it. It says; "Bottom Guy[,] Needs Big Dick in mouth+ Ass[,] Daytime only[,] I swallow[.] Leave #" Then some dude named Stephen left his number. I blacked it out for Stephen's sake.

The third and final plea is from me. Please! If anyone out there is reading this, send me some pics. I'd love to see this blog thrive. I'm just not finding anything new. My port-o-potty well has run dry.

Thanks for reading.

Whore for Poetry.

My buddy Jay sent me some more good finds. Good thing too, because I haven''t found anything lately.

Here they are:

Up first, we have a little poem. I don't get it, but poetry aint my thing. I hear some people are whores for poetry.
(the poem reads: "The prospect of perfection writhes in your reflection".)


I love this response to the I'm a whore for poetry comment. It says: "If I read you some Langston Hughes would you blow me?"

This is just some great information. Click the image to enlarge it if you can't read it.
If you still can't read it, it says: "Poop chunks all around your face means you got shat on homie." Thanks homie. That's very helpful.

Thanks to my homie Jay for the pics.

¿Dónde está el baño?

I finally found a toilet that was both new to me and filled with some excellent graffiti. Unfortunately, most of the graffiti is in Spanish.

Here's what I found.

I call this one "Menage a tres". Mostly because three was the only word I knew the translation of. Pretty awesome. The chick on the left looks like Beavis.

This one was huge. Two feet by two feet-ish. Also awesome. I have no idea what happening in the guy's mouth.

Here's La Chucha. No clue what that means but I doubt it's anything good.

Here's La Chucha's car.

Time for a positive message (in English). Thanks Johnny, or Tommy, err.. Jommy, whatever that signature says.

We'll end today with a prayer.

Amen!

Submissions!

Yay! My buddy Jay sent me some excellent pics taken in the bathroom of a place called Vinnie Van Gogos (or something like that).

Here they are.

Potty Politics.

Potty Witch Doctor. (says: "I'm a Genius")

Awesome six eyed baby. I guess that's what happens if you conceive in the john.

I don't know why your piss is so green.

Another foil hat wearer.
Thanks Jay. Keep 'em coming. If anyone else is reading this, get out there and take some pictures.

Hey Brian!

"Brian? This is not a mint" ( I don't know why "Brian?" is a question)
This is just gross. (that's what Brian's arrow is pointing to).

The Neighboring Port-o-let

These are from the port-o-let next to the one that yielded all that goodness from the previous post. Not nearly as good, but there are some treats here. I also went into the third john in the row. It was a blank canvass.


Much like the previous post, most of these scribblings have letters added. Makes them kind of hard to read but I think it makes them funnier than their original forms.
"hockey puck office bass whole" = "fuck off as hole" I guess.

"pussy goes here" was clearly the original scrawl here. That arrow is pointing to the urinal. I think I agree with the Sharpie commentators.



I like this re-imagining of the old "here I sit, broken hearted..." classic.

Awesome little toilet unicorn.

Boy I'd love to have been able to read this one before it was defaced. Those stick figures sure look like they are having a good time.


And lastly, we have another submission from Wombatunderground1. Another nice find. Speaks for itself I think.

Thanks Tim. Keep 'em coming. If anyone else out there is reading this, You start sending in your submissions. Also feel free to leave comments or send emails. I'd like to know if anyone is checking this blog out or not. Thanks.

Jackpot!

I went into a port-o-let today that I had never been in before, and Oh my god! was it a good one. It had funny cartoons, poetry, and racist intolerance. It was like a classic Disney cartoon. Plus, there are two more johns right next to it. I can't wait to go into the next one tomorrow.

I should save this for last but it's just too good. I present to you: weird chicken lady shitting into the mouth of a rubber necked centaur.
That little poem to the right reads: "Roses are red violets are blue Ed likes penis and his boyfriend does 2" I accidentally Cut off a little of the right side.

Next up we have a nice little note to the honey dipper truck driver. At least that's what I call the poor bastards who have to clean these monstrosities.

There is so much going on here that I'm sure I'll leave something out. A lot of it is hard to read because some clever jokester added extra letters to just about every word. That scribbling with the arrows next to it says: "Mexican watering hole". The scribbling to the right of that is someone's sincere disapproval of the racist message implied. My absolute favorite part is right there in the center(ish). See that little fella with the googly eyes? That's right. That's the money you could be saving by switching to Geico.

Reads: "If you are illegal get the fuck out! If not, Welcome to America!" I doubt this guy will be named ambassador any time soon. The chair with the "don't" sign around it. Your guess is as good as mine.

This racism is at least clever. I love a good play on words.

I leave you with more poetry. This one includes an excellent example of what my 11th grade English teacher said was a "near rhyme".
"Roses are red violets are bluey you will never know how much I love to smell your poopy"