April 15, 2004
Toilet stall poetry: just a little farkian.
Love is like a snowmobile racing across the tundra;
It flips and pins you to the ground.
At night the ice weasels come.
Via Blogbandit.
Isn't that one Groening originally?
Sure looks like it.
It's Groening, comically attributed to Nietzsche in one of the Life in Hell books.
that is just too good.
i had to send it to my chronically constipated friend.
have a banana...but wait until you are out of that stall!
Heh, I've never liked Life in Hell enough to know that. I like that poem/prose a lot though.
Ah, they have my favourite one there: Profanity is the verbal crutch of the inarticulate motherfucker.
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On the front of the condom machine in large, black print: THIS GUM SUCKS
War teaches Americans geography.
On the toilet door, hanging 25 centimeters above the floor: Beware of limbo dancers.
Monkeyfilter: At night the ice weasels come.
Monkeyfilter: Comically attributed to Nietzsche.
Monkeyfilter: Wait until you are out of that stall!
from Love is Hell. Ready to settle down and raise up a mess o' babies?
The ice weasels one has been on various profiles for years. It was and remains my favorite line of all time.
Love isn't blind. Lust is blind. Love is deaf.
In a college computer lab restroom: CS Majors are fucking foobars
Underneath, in a different hand, a hint of desperation in the scrawl: Where are these foobars that we're supposed to fuck??
My favorite college restroom stall was in the music library, where one wall was a solid mass of puns on composers' names, each line troping on the previous, all rendered in blue ballpoint pen. The custodial staff were certainly acting custodially in preserving that wall.
I saw:
"F* All <racial epithet>!"
and below,
"Why not? Your mother did."
sssssssssssssss!
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