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It's a common belief that, as with many atrocities, 'flaming' (also known as 'dissing' or disrespecting) was born and still thrives on the wonderful anonymous world that is the Internet. But it is not so.

Go into any public restroom and you'll find that this flaming business is as old as, well, public restrooms. There's the ancient "woz 'ere" that has stood the test of time (from, I imagine, 6t9 to 9t9 and then '00 to '08). But these simple messages weren't alone in bathroom stalls; many phrases, poems, discrete invitations, propaganda and blatant racism and vulgar language resided with them (and still do!)

Ignoring everything else, a question needs to be asked about these toilet 'forums':

Who takes a pen into a fucking toilet?

It makes sense to have a pen in a toilet conveniently because, I don't know, maybe it's a work day and you happen to keep a pen or two in your pocket... and your company doesn't provide its own staff facilities...

Okay, really, who does it? I won't believe that these notes are from people who accidentally have a pen on them, get bored while doing the deeds and decide to write - because, oh! Look here, I have a pen! I might reply to this "Gangsta Boy"

NO. It just doesn't work. Standard pens aren't even used for the classy ones; they use textas. And nobody conveniently has a texta. Go ahead, try and find someone. If you succeed, you know what kind of person writes these messages, though you could have guessed by now since - wait for it - the writing is on the wall. At least now you have a visual of the person, not just a faceless lonely soul.

Anyway, back to the point: These writings are deliberate. The messages are written not because someone happened to have a pen on that day they did the deeds, oh no, they are written because someone walked into the toilet with the intention of writing something.

"Ya'll no who it is"

Yes, yes we do. And lo' it was just like the internet, mocked for its lack of spelling and dismissed as spam, by spam.

And indeed it is heartbreaking to attempt a bowl movement only to release gas*. O woe, I might call Joe for a suspicious time** and try another rhyme.

I could understand any of this if they weren't at public toilets out of the way, far from any accidental-pen-having places. Instead it's the street public toilets (or the cinemas...) where the thugluv is abundant and the overwhelming urge to communicate*** is too much.

Ugh!
Okay.
People going into toilets with felt, paint, chisels; whatever:
You.
Are writing.
In a fucking toilet.
People reading your drivel are urinating, masturbating or taking a dump (or all three).

Maybe that's why the internet version isn't embraced; it reminds people of sitting in a dirty toilet surrounded by drivel.

Thanks, T-bone from 6t9! You started this disease of abbreviation, spam, anonymous tardation and disrespect.

Glad I wasn't there.

* "Here I sit // Broken hearted // Tried to shit // But only farted"
** Many suspicious times are available from toilets; not all from Joe
*** That term is used very loosely, much like it is for forums that lost direction
**** There is no fourth star. Ever.

- G '08