Bombs away me hearties. Now where is the wheelchair accessible one?
Not sure why there are no privacy partitions, unless this lineup is for a competition (Game of Thrones?) but there’s something else missing, and I’m not gonna go there.
Okay. Let’s try to suss this one out.
There’s a throne with a hole, and a basin to catch the football that for some odd reason is located in front of the seat. There’s a megaphone to amplify the action, presumably to alert a nearby attendant that a goal has been scored. The attendant opens a small valve and dumps it on the floor. But then, um, it won’t, er, like, you know, it doesen’t, well, work and, uh, hmm. I give up.
Image Description: Subject: Chair with opening in the seat and a tub underneath with a spigot attached; for the purpose of producing steam baths to alleviate the pain of bladder stones.
“Honey, if anyone calls, I’m busy. See you in a coupla days.”
On the plus side, there are no worries if you run out of toilet paper as long as you’re familiar with the Spiegel catalog routine.
[Image found here.]
When I see an electron image of something as awesome as the USS Enterprise created in the land of the nano scale, I also think of this:
When I see an electron image of something as awesome as a toilet inside of the USS Enterprise created in the land of the nano scale, I think of this:
When I see an electron image of something as awesome as someone sitting on a toilet inside of the USS Enterprise that was created in the land of the nano scale, I think of this:
It’s a bacteriophage. It’s not a nano sculpture, it’s a living death threat that’ll jump right up your butt if you’re on the nano Starship Enterprise, sitting on a nano Starship potty, and you can’t kill it by stepping on it. When I see an electron image of something awesome like that, I realize that it might be better if I stopped nano thinking.

[Found here. Left it there, too.]

Girls – Please peel off the paper ass-gaskets and flush ’em. They don’t do anything anyway.
Guys – Be sure to put the seat back up after you’re done peeing on it.
Everybody – Always flush with your feet.

This one might be inconvenient if one was, um, in a hurry, but it certainly allows one to shower and survey the property at the same time.

This works the same as the one above, if you’re on a budget. Doesn’t have quite the same view though, so you’ll need a flashlight to read ObamaWorldNews.

Final Reminder: Drop ’em where it counts.
[Images from here, here, and here. Related post here. What the heck, we’ll add another category so that you can find all the Potty Humor with one click.]

I suspect the shower is in the main entry.

I can’t tell if those are carrots or misshapen Cheeto’s. They’re prolly carrots, given the Gubernator’s penchant for fitness and health. Donkeys like carrots, too.
And just to make up for that thinly veiled political jab at Mr. Schwarzenegger, here’s this bonus: California Tax Dollars at work.

[Both .gif’s prolly found here.]