Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
Meat in the Bathroom
via Cabezafonos
OK, it probably has something to do with my aversion to meat, but as far as I’m concerned this is the most disgusting toilet find on this blog.
OK, it probably has something to do with my aversion to meat, but as far as I’m concerned this is the most disgusting toilet find on this blog.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Horror Paper
In Japan, the author of horror film The Ring, Koji Suzuki, is marketing a nine chapter novella aptly named "Drop" which is embossed on toilet paper.
The novella which, according to the manufacturer Hayashi Paper, can be read in just a few minutes, is set in a public restroom. "Drop" takes up about three feet (90 centimeters) of a roll.
The company promotes the toilet paper, which will sell for 210 yen ($2.20) a roll, as "a horror experience in the toilet." Toilets in Japan were traditionally tucked away in a dark corner of the house due to religious beliefs. Parents would tease children that a hairy hand might pull them down into the dark pool below.
And there you have it peeps.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Shitapai
The eroticism of the shitapai (literally “the breast from underneath” or “the lower half of the breast”). This is a huge fetish in Japan right now. Consider it a new way of looking at/fantasizing about/eroticising the breast on the toilet.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Dig, Poop, and Roll
Dig, Poop, and Roll
The first time I saw a naked mole rat, I was wearing a hot pink unitard. My undergraduate modern dance company – shudder-worthy words, I know – was performing in “Boo at the Zoo” in Philadelphia. As best we could tell, this quaint Halloween variety show was designed to keep young witches, goblins, and Bratz Dolls safely inside the wholesome city zoo and off the dangerous city streets.
We decided to forego our Rape of Nanking docu-dance to Pink Floyd in favor of a family-friendly Rusted Root number with feathered masks. Afterwards, eight bewildered Disney princesses heeded their mothers’ demands that they clap, and we threw on flip-flops and hoodies, and wandered off to enjoy our free zoo admission...
The first time I saw a naked mole rat, I was wearing a hot pink unitard. My undergraduate modern dance company – shudder-worthy words, I know – was performing in “Boo at the Zoo” in Philadelphia. As best we could tell, this quaint Halloween variety show was designed to keep young witches, goblins, and Bratz Dolls safely inside the wholesome city zoo and off the dangerous city streets.
We decided to forego our Rape of Nanking docu-dance to Pink Floyd in favor of a family-friendly Rusted Root number with feathered masks. Afterwards, eight bewildered Disney princesses heeded their mothers’ demands that they clap, and we threw on flip-flops and hoodies, and wandered off to enjoy our free zoo admission...
Labels:
Awesome,
Dig,
Fetish,
Hot smoking ass on the pot,
Pink,
Poop,
Smoking on the pot,
Toilet Roll,
Wagga,
Zoo
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
The Worm Within
by Vincent Eaton
When I go to the bathroom, I usually expect it to be a non-event. After so many years, there are few surprises left for me sitting on a toilet. Yet that's where I first discovered an uninvited entity that called me home.
I had finished doing what we all do at the toilet, stood, and casually, almost like a cat, turned around to look down and make sure. This time, looking down, something caught my attention. Among the customary contents, there was a bright, clean, white thing down there.
I looked more carefully, becoming a momentary tea-leaf type. Strange. I had never seen this before. And then it hit me. Of course! I had eaten some spaghetti the evening before – this was probably just a little undigested bit that somehow got through. I flushed.
Two days later, the usual toilet routine. Sit, let 'er fly, liberal toilet paper usage, stand, trousers up, turn, about to flush, and there it was again. The little white thing! I quickly reviewed the meals I'd consumed recently and I didn't remember eating any pasta for days. I was going to assume this was a freakish thing, and flushed the toilet and breezed along with my life until a couple of days later, there it was again, an albino king sitting on top of his soft brown throne.
via Neotorama
When I go to the bathroom, I usually expect it to be a non-event. After so many years, there are few surprises left for me sitting on a toilet. Yet that's where I first discovered an uninvited entity that called me home.
I had finished doing what we all do at the toilet, stood, and casually, almost like a cat, turned around to look down and make sure. This time, looking down, something caught my attention. Among the customary contents, there was a bright, clean, white thing down there.
I looked more carefully, becoming a momentary tea-leaf type. Strange. I had never seen this before. And then it hit me. Of course! I had eaten some spaghetti the evening before – this was probably just a little undigested bit that somehow got through. I flushed.
Two days later, the usual toilet routine. Sit, let 'er fly, liberal toilet paper usage, stand, trousers up, turn, about to flush, and there it was again. The little white thing! I quickly reviewed the meals I'd consumed recently and I didn't remember eating any pasta for days. I was going to assume this was a freakish thing, and flushed the toilet and breezed along with my life until a couple of days later, there it was again, an albino king sitting on top of his soft brown throne.
via Neotorama
Friday, April 3, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Fish bones with toilet
Labels:
Art,
Artistic Nudes,
Bulimia,
Fishnets,
Photography,
Puke,
Thinsiration,
Vomit,
Wagga
Friday, March 13, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Toilet Paper Nation!
Checking out the plumbing and such.
American taste for soft toilet roll 'worse than driving Hummers'
Extra-soft, quilted and multi-ply toilet roll made from virgin forest causes more damage than gas-guzzlers, fast food or McMansions, say campaigners
Labels:
America,
Art,
Plumbing,
Toilet Art,
Toilet Paper,
TP,
Waste
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Ask a Urinal
Ask A Urinal - Wisdom From Bathroom Graffitti
Sage answers from the holiest of places. We just need to find the right questions.
Sage answers from the holiest of places. We just need to find the right questions.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
Happy Fishnet Friday 2009!
Makers Mark by ~passionandsoul
Labels:
Art,
Fishnet Friday,
Fishnets,
Photography,
Toilet,
Vomit,
Whisky
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