Haha, Tony's story reminds me of a time I went hiking.
This mountain, here in Flagstaff, is a strenuous climb. It usually takes about an hour to an hour and 15 to get all the way up. Half way up the mountain, my anal sphincter started acting relentless. Going with a group of friends I was just crop dusting them left and right. One of my friends mentioned that there was a port-a-potty at the top. It gave me more motivation to bust my ass, hopefully before I started leaking everywhere. Suddenly, that hour and 15 hike became a 45 minute run!
Well, after trekking that whole damn mountain I was so excited and had my friend point me in the direction of the bathroom. So, in a fit of joy I ran to the bathroom only to find that the sonna bitch was locked. I guess they close the bathrooms on the weekend because of vandalism. Well, I decided, to teach them a lesson. I squatted down, in front of the door, shat my brains out, wiped my ass with my right sock, took my left sock off and painted with shit crayon on their white polished door, "Locking doesn't prevent vandalism".
Guess it'll teach dem fuckers to lock that bathroom twice.