My Name is Jones

[rikki-tikka-tava]

Game day. The anticipation of triumph, for today, my Team takes the Floor. Until then, l am increasingly held captive to the prospect of glory. Like the Game itself, it is beyond my control. The certain experience of success or failure is vicarious, any actual connection to events existing only in my imagination, but potent all the same. So much so that for two hours of my life I will alternately exult, rage, sigh and roar as familiar strangers strive to prevail, their trials mysteriously and improbably becoming my own, as real in those moments as if they are. For They are my Team.

The world may be circling the drain, but for a time today I will not think of that. Instead I will lose myself in the drama of the contest, surrender my independence, and abandon all care save for the hope that my Team prevails. It is wholly irrational, and thoroughly intoxicating. It is Gameday. A day where some part of me will have occasion to gaze at the Court and know with clarity and satisfaction that my Team is on the Floor. A day when my spirit is Hoosier, Cream and Crimson my faith, and Assembly Hall my house of worship. Amen and hallelujah.

– Graffitti from inside a bathroom stall near Kirkwood & Dunn

 

[ufo33]

Amen

 

[abraxis]

– Graffitti from inside a bathroom stall near Kirkwood & Dunn

That reminded me of graffiti I once read high above the urinal at Nick's, upstairs. It simply stated, "Don't look up here, the joke is in your hand!" I felt personal humiliation and then shook dry.

I've only written bathroom graffiti once in my life. It was the summer between my freshmen and sophomore years at IU. I worked in the Chrysler plant on Shadeland Ave. in Indy. While contemplating my life in the bathroom stall, I penned, "There is more to life than bread and cars and air-conditioned rooms. Perhaps the peculiar malaise of our day is air-conditioned unhappiness, the staleness and stuffiness of machine-made routine." I underlined "cars" and "machine-made". I completed by pontification with a flush.

 

[wiede]

That reminded me of graffiti I once read high above the urinal at Nick's, upstairs. It simply stated, "Don't look up here, the joke is in your hand!" I felt personal humiliation and then shook dry.

I've only written bathroom graffiti once in my life. It was the summer between my freshmen and sophomore years at IU. I worked in the Chrysler plant on Shadeland Ave. in Indy. While contemplating my life in the bathroom stall, I penned, "There is more to life than bread and cars and air-conditioned rooms. Perhaps the peculiar malaise of our day is air-conditioned unhappiness, the staleness and stuffiness of machine-made routine." I underlined "cars" and "machine-made". I completed by pontification with a flush.

Saw one in a border town in a small restaurant’s bathroom stall. One line said “Jesus is here”. Underneath it, it said “yes, he’s cleaning the floors!”

Cracked me up. Jesus (the deity) vs Jesus (the janitor). Probably the funniest bathroom graffiti I’ve seen- and it was 100% clean!

 

[rikki-tikka-tava]

Saw one in a border town in a small restaurant’s bathroom stall. One line said “Jesus is here”. Underneath it, it said “yes, he’s cleaning the floors!”

My fave has to be:

Americans need power and light to shit - visiting third worlder

 

[Imndzone]

Another favorite

Here I sit
Broken hearted
Come to s**t
And only farted....

 

[Courtsensetwo]

"Kilroy was here"

~ at Kilroy's,

 

[VanPastorMan]

Saw one in a border town in a small restaurant’s bathroom stall. One line said “Jesus is here”. Underneath it, it said “yes, he’s cleaning the floors!”

Cracked me up. Jesus (the deity) vs Jesus (the janitor). Probably the funniest bathroom graffiti I’ve seen- and it was 100% clean!

I once saw this on the stall door. "As I sit here broken hearted. I tried to crap but only farted." I chuckled.

 

[VanPastorMan]

Another favorite

Here I sit
Broken hearted
Come to s**t
And only farted....

Oh, I just wrote that. Are you the one who put that on the stall door I read it from? LoL

 

[Brockway]

Game day. The anticipation of triumph, for today, my Team takes the Floor. Until then, l am increasingly held captive to the prospect of glory. Like the Game itself, it is beyond my control. The certain experience of success or failure is vicarious, any actual connection to events existing only in my imagination, but potent all the same. So much so that for two hours of my life I will alternately exult, rage, sigh and roar as familiar strangers strive to prevail, their trials mysteriously and improbably becoming my own, as real in those moments as if they are. For They are my Team.

The world may be circling the drain, but for a time today I will not think of that. Instead I will lose myself in the drama of the contest, surrender my independence, and abandon all care save for the hope that my Team prevails. It is wholly irrational, and thoroughly intoxicating. It is Gameday. A day where some part of me will have occasion to gaze at the Court and know with clarity and satisfaction that my Team is on the Floor. A day when my spirit is Hoosier, Cream and Crimson my faith, and Assembly Hall my house of worship. Amen and hallelujah.

– Graffitti from inside a bathroom stall near Kirkwood & Dunn

"WE"​

 

[skippy1813]

 

[Hoopsdoc1978]

My personal favorite, which I pondered at a tiny gas station near Bloomfield Indiana-

Those who write on bathroom walls
roll their s**t in little balls.
Those who read these lines of wit,
eat these little balls of s**t.

 

[rikki-tikka-tava]

Thanks to all for turning a lyric post into shit. Literally. And 3rd grade level at that.

 

[Hoopsdoc1978]

Thanks to all for turning a lyric post into shit. Literally. And 3rd grade level at that.

Post number 5? Was that a different rikki?

 

[rikki-tikka-tava]

Post number 5? Was that a different rikki?

You don't think that was in a slightly different vein? If that's all the excuse that's needed I'll try and be more careful. And avoid attributions involving sites for metabolic transmigration.

 

[Hoopsdoc1978]

You don't think that was in a slightly different vein? If that's all the excuse that's needed I'll try and be more careful.

See that you do.

You said everyone turned a lyrical post into s**t, a word you used five posts in.

 

[rikki-tikka-tava]

See that you do.

You said everyone turned a lyrical post into s**t, a word you used five posts in.

Yeah I got that bright boy. If you can't see any difference in my usage and the grade-school limericks that followed there's nothing else to say.

 

[Hoopsdoc1978]

Lol.

 

[abraxis]

Thanks to all for turning a lyric post into shit. Literally. And 3rd grade level at that.

At what grade did all the laughter die in sorrow for you?

 

[IU? I'm Fine]

At what grade did all the laughter die in sorrow for you?

Not you, abraxis, but some posters really never learned to listen and respond with empathy. Not just with the intent to respond.

The oneupmanship is getting old.

Thinking of ignore button, again.

 

[rikki-tikka-tava]

At what grade did all the laughter die in sorrow for you?

Not being amused by something simply because it rhymes with sh*t is to "die in sorrow"? Truly an enlightened perspective. Move over Buddha, Abraxis is here.

 

[IU? I'm Fine]

Not being amused by something simply because it rhymes with sh*t is to "die in sorrow"? Truly an enlightened perspective. Move over Buddha, Abraxis is here.

Last time. Ignore button engaged.

 

[rikki-tikka-tava]

Last time. Ignore button engaged.

Que huevos.

 

[abraxis]

Not being amused by something simply because it rhymes with sh*t is to "die in sorrow"? Truly an enlightened perspective. Move over Buddha, Abraxis is here.

“When All The Laughter Died In Sorrow” by Lance Rentzel, former Dallas Cowboy and ex-husband to Joey Heatherton

 

[All4You]

My first encounter with bathroom graffiti was as a preteen at the Arlington Theater in the men's room in the 70's...

In days of old when knights were bold
afore rubbers were invented
good knights donned socks upon their cocks
thus babies were prevented

I never forgot it....indelible mark upon my memory

 

[mushroomgod_1]

Another favorite

Here I sit
Broken hearted
Come to s**t
And only farted....

A classic

 

[mushroomgod_1]

Game day. The anticipation of triumph, for today, my Team takes the Floor. Until then, l am increasingly held captive to the prospect of glory. Like the Game itself, it is beyond my control. The certain experience of success or failure is vicarious, any actual connection to events existing only in my imagination, but potent all the same. So much so that for two hours of my life I will alternately exult, rage, sigh and roar as familiar strangers strive to prevail, their trials mysteriously and improbably becoming my own, as real in those moments as if they are. For They are my Team.

The world may be circling the drain, but for a time today I will not think of that. Instead I will lose myself in the drama of the contest, surrender my independence, and abandon all care save for the hope that my Team prevails. It is wholly irrational, and thoroughly intoxicating. It is Gameday. A day where some part of me will have occasion to gaze at the Court and know with clarity and satisfaction that my Team is on the Floor. A day when my spirit is Hoosier, Cream and Crimson my faith, and Assembly Hall my house of worship. Amen and hallelujah.

– Graffitti from inside a bathroom stall near Kirkwood & Dunn

The Shakespeare of the Shitter

 

[mushroomgod_1]

A classic

I liked this one:

Neitzsche: "God is dead".

God: "Neitzsche is dead".

 

[Andy06]

Game day. The anticipation of triumph, for today, my Team takes the Floor. Until then, l am increasingly held captive to the prospect of glory. Like the Game itself, it is beyond my control. The certain experience of success or failure is vicarious, any actual connection to events existing only in my imagination, but potent all the same. So much so that for two hours of my life I will alternately exult, rage, sigh and roar as familiar strangers strive to prevail, their trials mysteriously and improbably becoming my own, as real in those moments as if they are. For They are my Team.

The world may be circling the drain, but for a time today I will not think of that. Instead I will lose myself in the drama of the contest, surrender my independence, and abandon all care save for the hope that my Team prevails. It is wholly irrational, and thoroughly intoxicating. It is Gameday. A day where some part of me will have occasion to gaze at the Court and know with clarity and satisfaction that my Team is on the Floor. A day when my spirit is Hoosier, Cream and Crimson my faith, and Assembly Hall my house of worship. Amen and hallelujah.

– Graffitti from inside a bathroom stall near Kirkwood & Dunn

I thought you were going break into a Weezer song based on the thread title.

 

[kmathum]

Game day. The anticipation of triumph, for today, my Team takes the Floor. Until then, l am increasingly held captive to the prospect of glory. Like the Game itself, it is beyond my control. The certain experience of success or failure is vicarious, any actual connection to events existing only in my imagination, but potent all the same. So much so that for two hours of my life I will alternately exult, rage, sigh and roar as familiar strangers strive to prevail, their trials mysteriously and improbably becoming my own, as real in those moments as if they are. For They are my Team.

The world may be circling the drain, but for a time today I will not think of that. Instead I will lose myself in the drama of the contest, surrender my independence, and abandon all care save for the hope that my Team prevails. It is wholly irrational, and thoroughly intoxicating. It is Gameday. A day where some part of me will have occasion to gaze at the Court and know with clarity and satisfaction that my Team is on the Floor. A day when my spirit is Hoosier, Cream and Crimson my faith, and Assembly Hall my house of worship. Amen and hallelujah.

– Graffitti from inside a bathroom stall near Kirkwood & Dunn

for a good time call 867-5309

 

[Hoopsdoc1978]

Last time. Ignore button engaged.

Probably wise.

But for me, tis better to call out fools than suffer them.

 

[rikki-tikka-tava]

But for me, tis better to call out fools than suffer them.

Must be really noisy where you are - even when you're by yourself.

 

[82IU]

Here I sit in fumes and vapor,
Some darned fool stole the toilet paper.
My wife's calling and I can't linger,
Look out a$$ here comes my finger.

Or
Be like dad ,not like sis,
Raise the lid before you pi$$

Just more words of wit! LOL
82

 

[speroni]

for a good time call 867-5309

Jenny says "hi."

 

[Hoopsdoc1978]

Must be really noisy where you are - even when you're by yourself.

Look sharp, Rikki, you’ve got some more posters to yell at. Who do they think they are, posting bathroom stall stuff in your bathroom stall stuff thread.

 

[rikki-tikka-tava]

Look sharp, Rikki, you’ve got some more posters to yell at. Who do they think they are, posting bathroom stall stuff in your bathroom stall stuff thread.

The location was fictitious and of no consequence - much like your knowledge of the Game.

 

[Hoopsdoc1978]

The location was fictitious and of no consequence - much like your knowledge of the Game.

So it wasn’t even real.

Shocking development.

 

[rikki-tikka-tava]

So it wasn’t even real.

It's a message board twit - none of it's real save for the sentiments, insights, and your specialty, ignorance.