Many rock venues are unkept cesspools of filth. I have, on many unwanted occasions, vacated the club housing our show to take on the brave quest of finding a clean toilet.
However, there are times when the act of exponging wastes holds no prejudices. Strangely enough most venues have no bathroom stall doors attached to the facilities, leaving your vunerable, exposed lower torso visible to all who enter.
This comics depicts one of my theories as to why there are no bathroom stall doors. Some coked up, meth-laced douchebag thinks that his sole duty in life is to massacre any and all stall doors because he likes/hates the band on stage.
If you are this douche, hang your head in an eternal shame.
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