Tag Archives: toilet humor

Random Insults Day 15 – This is so not cool!

14 Nov

It’s nice to know I’m not the only one who finds playground defacement with pictures of dicks a little on the nose.

This old school comment stream was scrawled on the inside of a wooden playground train at the M Walker Playground in Cramer Street Preston.

It’s interesting to reflect that the now ubiquitous experience of commenting on people’s messages, ala Facebook Wall, has an earlier counterpart in graffiti on toilet walls & c.

Human’s have always enjoyed leaving their mark, all the way back to pre-literate hunter gatherer cultures. I imagine that there was disagreement even back then as to the appropriateness of what was etched onto the cave wall with charcoal and animal fat. Grug may have coped a bit of flack from his brethren for depicting his own spear striking the wooly mammoth first, or for drawing the mammories on his Venus or the phallus on his Horned God just a little too big.

Perhaps the fact that comment streams are everywhere may make this little exchange seem trivial (compared to the brilliant insights one can read about lunch-time fare and other literate-bowel movements on FB) but this is a slice of insight I feel needs recording, if only to make me nostalgic about the streams of toilet humour that I have seen in pub and public loos the world over.

I also like the second comment, “You right it’s gay” (sic), for its unPC condensation of the issue into a curious psychological insight. Why do some people draw dicks in public places? Purileness? Black magic? Asserting their male vigour in the face of repressed homosexuality? Or just a way to mark an onanistic accomplishment – another day, another wank (metaphorical or literal)? Oh and what’s with the date?

This is Not Cool

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Random Insults Day 7 – fuckdicksex

31 Oct

As lame as this is, I have to bow to the author of this juvenile affair for incorporating this triumvirate of potty mouthed expletives in one white-space free string. All it really needs is a .com after it and I wouldn’t be surprised to find that it was a very sad porn site (don’t bother, I already tried it in a new tab and the search engine results were very predictable). Some may be wondering why this is considered a random insult. Well firstly there is the insult to our intelligence that would warrant the author writing these words in the first place. Secondly it was written on a child’s playground in Spencer Street Northcote which gives it extra insult-kudos to parents of young pups such as myself. Beyond that the mind can only boggle.

fuck dick sex

They’re Everywhere!?!

23 Nov

Ever since I learnt to read I have been fascinated by the messages that people leave on walls. One of my favourite childhood memories of our family road trips, trekking to our holiday house in Lake Eildon, is stoping off at the regular pitstop at Yea and reading the latest jokes scrawled onto the walls of the public loo. One that had us in hysterics, multiple times, was “I came to shit and stink but all I did was sit and think.” Oh to be 7 again.

As I got older and more politicised, I started paying attention to the protest slogans and culture jamming that popped up around town. From the simple and direct “Smoking Kills” scrawled in ugly black paint on defaced cigarette bilboards (when they were still legal in Australia), to the mind-bending “Punks still not dead” which graced the walls of Lunar Park in St Kilda for a while back in the 90’s.

Since the coming of age of the camera toting mobile phone, I’m sure I’m not the only person who has sniggered and snapped random pieces of salacious graffiti that has caught their fancy. The purpose of this blog is to capture some of the serendipitous scrawls that I come across – be they profound or ridiculous – and share them with you, dear reader. Hopefully the words captured in these images will show, to paraphrase Nietzsche, that lover of condensed profundity, what others try to say in a whole book. Or at least give you a chuckle as you marvel at the outporings of some of the felt-tipped warriors who dare to share their inner world with the rest of us.