Craziest things you have over heard in a Bathroom
August 12, 2008 · Print This Article
Hi Kids,
I will have limited internet access for the next 7 days. Fear not, Zack will be approving comments and what not while I’m out. What, you don’t remember Zack? Check this out to help refresh your memory.
When I get back I want to write something along the lines of “What is the craziest thing you have ever heard in the bathroom of a bar/club”
Ladies, even though you only make up 15% of our demographic, we really want to hear from you! Just add your comment if you want to contribute.
Name:
Location of Bar/Club:
Name of Bar/Club:
What did you hear?
Do you have to community service again?
I wrote one for you.
Name: Jason
Location of Bar/Club: San Diego
Name of Bar/Club: The Dive
What did you hear? Zack crying in the toilet cubicle because he got stuck with the ugly bird again and she laughed at his dancing.
Unfortunately, the only thing I hear about in the bathroom is how awesome waterbras are. I concur.
Name: Amy
Location: Was in the male barracks at Lemoore Ca
what: (ok story behind this, I used to visitmy friends and sneak into the male only bathrooms, hey you gotta do what you gotta do) so next stall..
Oh my god, I know those shoes.. what are you doing in here… Its about time i figured out who the girl was who keeps sneaking in here…
It was so funny at the time
Poor J no internet for 7 days, how will you survive!?
Uh Zack are you approving comments like you are supposed to?
I can’t believe the lame 2 above are all that are in so far
Jason make me admin, i got your back!
Umm I have overheard a lot in bathrooms. I can’t remember the exact place but I have heard girls talking about sex, body parts, drugs, etc…
I will start writing it down for you, have fun on your vacation, see you in a week.
This probably doesn’t count but when I was young and hot and into getting drunk no matter where I was, I had attempted to use a gas station “potty” only to find some guy in there taking a wiz…. well he proceeded to following me out of the bathroom with his willy in his hand, shaking it around and asking me if I wanted to play with it…. I was about 19 so needless to say I was pretty grossed out. After all, he was like 30…. anyhoo, it wasn’t weird verbiage but it was certainly weird…..and gross!
This came to me from a waitress where I worked in Houston, Texas in early 90’s. She was washing her hands and from the bathroom stall she heard (I swear this is true):
“Corn? I don’t remember eating corn!!”
niiiiiiiiiice…………
@Sarah –
Yep, I’ve been here every day so far. I’m just trying to keep my own comments back so that I don’t threadshit Jason’s pet project and piss off his loyal friends (haha).
But ok, fine, here’s my contribution.
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Location of Bar/Club: Tijuana, MX
Name of Bar/Club: Mystere Club
What did you hear? Complete silence
The loud music was hiding the fact that the friend that had invited me there that night was getting sucked off by the hot Latina chick he’d been dancing with for the last 45 minutes.
Silence is indeed golden.
This is my friend’s story but I am stealing it from him.
Location: Concord,CA men’s bathroom
Name: Sleep Train Pavilion (huge concert venue)
What did you hear: A guy talking about some Latina who gave him the best blowjob of his entire life last night, with no details spared. He actually used the word “suckmeister”.
oh i didn’t care about your comments, just making sure you were approving the new ones
Don;t worry as a loyal friend I am not pissed, HAHAHAHAHA!
I’m back from vacation. Good news and bad news:
Bad news – I lost about 6 days worth of incoming email when I switched from goDaddy to bluehost. I also lost all of the submissions that I had not posted yet.
For those of you who submitted stories within the last 2 weeks, I’m very sorry but I won’t be able to post them unless I can get the archives from goDaddy.
Good news – I didn’t have to read a shit load of email today.
City: San Francisco, CA
Bar: Michael’s Irish Pub/Ulster
When: mid-1980’s
Place was known as hangout for IRA guys in the country hiding from British authorities (or so the rumors went). I wasn’t sure what to believe, but there were quite a few regulars missing digits, a sure sign of a bombmaker.
One night, I stumbled upstairs and overheard one Irishman threatening to blow the head off another one (it was hard to hear why because of the live band and the thick brogue)…as I left I noticed the threatener jamming a huge, chrome handgun into the mouth of the threatenee…I left as quickly as me drunk legs could carry me!