In the ambiance of a port-o-potty, questioning the existence of God seems perfectly reasonable.
For the first time ever the graffiti is the dirtiest thing in a port-o-potty.
Submitted by Bryan D.
It’s important to be aware of what gang controls this particular toilet. Clearly they are not responsible for maintaining its cleanliness.
I had to pay 40 cents to use this filthy toilet, lit as though I’d stepped into an Irvine Welsh novel.