I'm so glad that in these tech-heavy times where everyone's obsessed with hunching themselves over thir laptops, befriending, adding, poking and winking, people still feel the need to express themselves ('scuse the pun) in toilet cubicles. I love it. Reasons why it pull's facebook's pants down and runs away:
1. You don't need a computer..this is old school - a marker pen...a lipstick..or hell even your own vomit will do.
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| I get you |
2. It's interactive. But you don't have to be someone's friend to have your say. Just scribble it underneath and scurry away..hurah!
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| Run! Though it might take her a while to catch you, don't worry |
3. It can be completely annonymous. So Bobby G has a small penis? You got an STD off of Tony who works behind the bar? You think that person's philisophical ramblings above the door handle are more full of shit that this toilet? Let the world know.. (ok the small part of the world that visits that particular cubicle anyway) .
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| Poor Roger..always the last to know.. |
4. It's beautiful in its simplicity. There's no smileys, you can't 'like' it and it doens't link you to a page about free cat food. It's expression in its simplest form - whatever's going through your head at 2am on a friday night as you spill your vodka and lemonade on the floor, puke that last sambuca up and rest your head on the loo roll dispenser and have a little cry about Brian, the guy from accounts who you thought felt the same way until you just saw him feel up Jenny from reception at the bar...just scrawl it up there innanely until you snap that new glittery Rimmel eyeliner pencil clean in two...screw you Brian, screw you and your polyester suits and novelty ties...SCREW YOU...
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| Brian..RIP |
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