Who needs a picture?

This is a Pixabay image, which means it's free to use with or without modification for both commercial and non-commercial purposes. It comes up if you search "Safety".

In years from now when you're like, "Fuck man, I need something to capture the horrible inner-turmoil and pondering existentialism that eats away at all of us," then you should use this image and think of me. It's both a work of art, and really a fundamental dissection of what lies inside all of us when you peel back the skin. While I would say on Terra-Arcanum I should receive some sort of high commendation for sharing this, realistically I think the world should thank me for my valiant attempt at rendering this as part of our generation's Zeitgeist.



You're fucking welcome.

 

Half my kingdom for a pepperoni banana!

Good evening

 

FYI Smuel:

 

Aside from the "FYI Smuel", I must confess I don't get why that picture is supposed to be funny.

Having used various communal facilities over the course of many years, and having found them in all kinds of inexplicable states, I can quite believe that a notice such as this is depressingly necessary.

 

I think I was going for as obscure and unnecessary a put-down as I could manage, and in that respect I think I succeeded mightily.

 

In that case, I bow before your superiority.

Actually, I've seen quite a lot of support on the internet for the notion that women's public restrooms are worse to deal with than men's, though I have no first hand experience by which to judge.

 

My significant other has often commented on period blood traipsed on the floor, so I think a bad shit is probably preferable? Kind of hard to judge.

I feel quite bad that I've instigated this discussion.

 

Alternatively, charge into the women's bathroom where you work and announce you're conducting an inspection.

 

Or if that does not work, go and be one of them to infiltrate; get on a wig, your girlfriend/sister/ mom dress/skirt if it is too crowded. Be in stealth mode and investigate when no one is there. Or just go and ask someone nicely. If you know what I mean.

 

Sounds like a regular Saturday night for Jojobobo.

 

Or week day, as the mood takes me.

Maybe I'll one day play Street Fighter enough to understand the reference!

 

For Jojobobo, it was the day that he wants to discover how it actually looks like in the women's restroom.....for me, it was a Tuesday.

Oh wait....that may sound wrong.

 

With a quote like that, I'll definitely have to track it down at some point!

 

Haha yeah, Paulie was great!