May 13th 2019, 7:59:43
I went into a public restroom at a wayside on the way to the coast one fine day. As I stood at the urinal surveying the sharpie art on the wall, my eyes came to rest on something written directly in front of me. It read:
"Why are you looking up here? The joke's in your hand."
Later, at a truck stop along I-5, I discovered a condom machine sporting an impressive library of it's own (NSFW) but the real gem was a poem on a crapper stall wall. It said:
"Here I sit in stinking vapor
provided by my next stall neighbor,
Why should I suffer while I sit
when he's the one with stinking chit?"
That concludes today's lesson in American Literature.
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