Cubic centremetres

Cubicle Culture:
Toilets have always been a large medium of communication in Melbourne. The toilets in the 24 hour McDonalds has scrawled "call 567890-098765 for a good time", which reflects the clientele of the cubicles. I've always been bemused by the amount of people who decide to write whilst relieving themselves. I've discovered, however, that whenever I come to some catharses in a public cubicle that I always lack the essential writing tools. This is where university differs. The toilets at the university always contain witty banter and as such are a source of entertainment and necessity. The walls of the toilet all indicate the type of company the toilet keeps; the arts faculty toilets have elaborate artistic interpretations and the engineers lack the grammatical capacity of the commerce department. Of course there is the traditional "call me for a good time" scrawls and the occasional "I fucked your mum" , which are soon followed by "Dad, you're drunk .Go home" .

Nevertheless the toilets at the university allow for the establishment of a complex communication system such as extended topical discussions. One of which I recall being an account of a man that had a fetish for using the female toilets. Each week he would use the same toilet; savouring the thrill of being in the opposite genders place. Here are some memorable ones I've seen;

"Does it ever scare you how much knowledge is kept in these walls?"

"It's all relative"

"Scientific discovery may not be better than sex, but the satisfaction lasts

longer"  -- Stephen Hawking 

"Schrodinger may have been here"

"There once was a woman from bright
who could travel faster that light
She set out one day in a relative way
and returned the previous night"

Or simpler jokes such as the toilet paper dispensers bearing the instruction "pull for arts degree".