March 12, 2007
A TOUR OF SOMEPLACE WE'D RATHER NOT VISIT AGAIn
Stopped in the other day at the RaceTrac gas station on Gandy Boulevard in St. Petersburg. I spilled what I estimated to be 432 gallons of gas on my hands, so I thought I'd go in and wash the mortgage payment off.
Just so happened to have my camera with me.
I mean, doesn't everyone do that?
Uh oh. This looks bad.
What could have possibly occurred in this bathroom that a duct tape repair of the quad-roll toilet paper dispenser was deemed necessary?
Give them credit: At least they opted for matching black tape instead of just the gunmetal grey brand.
Clearly, someone at RaceTrac has been watching "Top Design."
I don't want to say this sink was grimy, but I think the last guy to use it was Ratso Rizzo.
Hey kids, look! It's the toilet from "Trainspotting."
Despite the nuclear pink freshening cake dangling over the bowl, the potty had an odor not unlike this cigarette clenched between the nicotine-stained lips of Keith Richards.
Wait a second. That pink thing looks familiar.
Ah, right. That's it.
Toilet got the herp.
We can continue now.
A condom machine. How helpful.
Think of this as protection for the man who's so irresistable, he'll still be able to get lucky after using this bathroom.
Let's look at the offerings, shall we?
Makes sense.
Rubber traction during the winter driving season is important.
Mmmmmmm, yummy.
After you're through, you can use the Jimmy hat to make a tasty dessert.
Question: Can I get sprinkles on that?
That was rhetorical, of course.
Color is important. If you're sleeping with Sherwin Williams.
So many double entendres, so little time
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