Sitting here, broken hearted, paid 1p, and only farted

Nice, neat handwriting

So, where do we stand on toilet grafitti? For some people it’s the only reading they ever get to do, for others it’s the only way they’re ever going to hook up with ‘Hung lad looking to get fucked. Ring…’

But apparently, some people don’t like it. So much so so that in Americaland notices were put up in certain bogatories saying that for every day the walls remained clear of all ‘writings, drawings or marks’ (including skid marks), a local doctor (they mentioned he was a licenced doctor, so not Dr. Gillian McKeith then) would donate a specified amount to a local charity.

What do you think happened?

Were the walls of said baaaaathroom left pristine Christine, or were they besmirched as usual?

Hmmm? What do you think?

Well… the walls remained perfectly clean. Doctor coughed up. No one hooked up with Hung lad. It’s a sad story with no happy ending. But then that’s life. Learn to deal with it.

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One comment to “Sitting here, broken hearted, paid 1p, and only farted”

  1. I love reading wall literature.

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