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Lolcano Roflcopter, Whelans, September 2009

Lolcano Roflcopter, Whelans, September 2009

So I was after a few drinks when I took this picture, but my well honed toilet-graffiti senses told me there was something more to this than the regular insane ramblings of a mad man/woman in a toilet cubicle. And I was right. It’s not nonsense, it’s much worse than that.

A quick google informed me that the words Lolcano and Roflcopter are actually part of that new vocabulary of “internet speak”. You may be more familiar with their cousins, “WTF”, “LOL”, and “OMG, I hate these dumb acronyms”.

Lolcano is closely related to “LOL”, and according ot the Urban Dictionary (wtf??) means, “An eruption of laughter”. Right.

That was the easy bit, Roflcopter according to legend, originates from the World of Warcraft Game, and has something to do with the moderators on the forums interacting with players. It may also refer to some kind of ASCII helicopter. Another possible explanation it means, “Roll On Floor Laughing, Can’t Operate Properly Till Eyes Refocus”. Yet another explanation suggests it means laughing so hard on the floor that you use your legs to propel yourself around like a helicopter on the floor.

But NOBODY laughs that hard. EVER.

Feel free to figure it out if you want, but I can think of 100 other things you’d be better off doing instead. Like buying the t-shirt.

I love the new doors, Gorgans, September 2009

I love the new doors, Gorgans, September 2009

That’s what some people* are saying about the new, shiny, clean doors in Grogans Pub in Dublin City Centre. It could be argued that the old doors were more graffiti than… well door, but that’s what made Dublins smallest cubicles so much fun. In fact, those good ‘ol doors actually inspired this very blog. Ah well. At least one person seem to like the revamp. A lot.

* Some people may not have actually said this.

Fighting for Peace is like fucking for virginity.

Fighting for Peace is like fucking for virginity. Grogans, July 2009

Couldn’t have said it better myself.

Bernard Shaw, July 2009

Bernard Shaw, July 2009



Door Doodles,
Shaven Poodles,
It’s all worthless,
Wipe your ass,
Before you write this,
Tip the pen the ink will run dry,
My thoughts have run dry,
Forever the youth has left,
It’s gone gone over,
Your over.

That’s deep stuff.

5th time here tonight! ... but no loo roll this time.

5th time here tonight! ... but no loo roll this time.

Think about it, it was your fifth time in the bathroom. You were counting.

Consult a medical professional.

And stop being so happy about it. This could be serious.

Sausage Fest, Bernard Shaw, July 2009.

Sausage Fest, Bernard Shaw, July 2009.

Where?

… Seriously… Where?

I Kiss a Girl, and she wrote a song about it. The Bernard Shaw, July 09

I Kiss a Girl, and she wrote a song about it. The Bernard Shaw, July 09

Katy Perry clearly doesn’t adhere to the Golden Rule; “What happens in the Ladies bathroom in the Bernard Shaw… Stays in the Ladies bathroom in the Bernard Shaw.” Bad form Katy. Bad form.
Clearly your cherry-chapstick wearing friend isn’t impressed. And neither are we.

elvisain'tdead

Dakota Bar, June 09

Welcome to Rate My Toilet, the blog for all things toilet graffiti-ish. Stay tuned for postings of the silly, funny, and just plain creepy scriibles and scrawls that we find in the public conveniences of the pubs of Dublin City (to begin with) – a city that has produced such famed and respected literary minds as James Joyce, Samuel Beckett, Oscar Wilde and George Bernard Shaw. They just don’t make ‘em like that anymore.

Oh, and thanks to the super Mick Veale, for the inaugural Rate My Toilet image.

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