Long ago at Hooters someone decided to leave their mark on one of our bathroom stalls. Now to paint a mental picture, our stalls have tiled walls and rather heavy wooden doors. These aren't metal walled cans, these are some nice bathrooms. This however didn't stop one person from grabbing a pen and stating the obvious.
Really? You're going to spend all that effort leaning forward while you drop a deuce to write Hooters? Congratulations, you have the supreme mental skill to point out where you are. Now originally this gem was not so carefully written in pen; thanks to whoever had the time to make sure we could read it by highlighting it in beautiful blue Sharpie. We really needed that.
Then a few months later, this showed up. Notice that the blue highlighter got to both.
Congratulations on your ability to not rhyme - I assume that's what you were going for. I also appreciate your potty humor - pun obviously intended - in it's glorious lack of any real comedy. I bet your friends only pretend to laugh at your jokes.
And then, more recently, someone decided to just go ahead and point out how lame these people are.
Of course by adding "FUCK OFF," you're really no better than the original defacers. You're making a point about how dumb something is by doing it that something dumb. That's some messed up, circular logic my friend. Why don't you keep that pen in your pocket next time.
So next time you stop into Hooters Missoula be sure to check out the growing dialogue in the women's second stall. I've got my fingers crossed for a graphic novel or an epic poem.