I'm not a poet nor am I a lover of poetry. I do like a good limerick though and I definitely love me some good bathroom poetry. But this ....I just don't know what the fuck this poet is trying to say. Can someone please help me decipher what he is trying to say? Was his date too shy to eat the shrimp at the table and got a doggie bag? If they were on a date I would imagine it was just him and her, so how the hell were there 18 jumbo shrimp? That sounds like 3 orders ...
I have always had this idea in my head that Satan worshipers were decent spellers. At a minimum I would at least guess they could spell the dark one's name correctly. Although there is a chance that this person is talking about the fabric but that is a real long shot.
I used to work in advertising and I know that proofreaders have a hard job that nobody appreciates. I also know that they have a good sense of humor. You'd have to have a good sense of humor to correct poorly written toilet graffiti.
I have so many questions I do not know where to begin. Did the artist start drawing this knowing he was going to draw a naked woman farting or did he throw the fart in at the end because he felt like being funny all of a sudden? Did he or she intentionally leave the head missing or did they run out of time cause someone was banging on the door? Did he or she have a choice of drawing a head or a fart cloud due to their limited time and if so why did they choose the fart ...
There is quite a bit that can be gleaned from this toilet scribble. Someone stole Larry and Julie's LOLCATS and obviously wants to sell them to Kevin Mahon. Veebs is obviously still fucking poodles and well...who could blame him? Veebs is also ducking strudles and whoever wrote all this crap needs some spelling lessons.
