Have you ever walked into a bathroom and thought, “Good Lord, how many people bring markers into public bathrooms?” Us, too! But we’re not here to answer that question. In fact, we’re constantly intrigued by these Jack Handey-esque thoughts that are often written off as juvenile, delinquent rubbish. So we started collecting these drunkenly insightful tidbits and turned our world’s purest manifestation of verbal chaos into brilliant, cohesive prose. From the walls of our favorite watering holes, here are our favorite five or seven-syllable professions merged into what we call Powder Room Haikus.
AFTER THE BREAK
#UnhappinessPlays
Remember that we had fun
Why can't we be friends?
GO FOR IT, GIRL
Slim Five eats pussy
Do not sext him —have real sex
Reject Gender Roles
BILLBOARDS & DREAMS
Graduation trip
I love you life...and New York
Lara is sexy
CRYSTALS
Let’s talk about meth—
Kitty Claw of Destiny,
Neighbor of the beast
I AM WHATEVER YOU SAY I AM
Girl, I am a slut—
Jesus loves all his children
For a good time, call
REALITY BITES
Smile, You're on camera!
Remind me to remember
No one really cares