You walk in and see the piss yellow walls. You think it’s paint, but no it’s actual piss. You carefully step over the used tissues and blood stains on the floor to get to a stall. You open the door and see a bunch of surprisingly inspirational quotes and the occasional penis carved into the wall. Then you go to wash your hands and the sink doesn’t work. You go to the next sink and it’s clogged with hair, something bloody and ramen. The next sink finally works but the water is completely brown. So you give up, step back over the blood stains and decide to stick to hand sanitizer.
I’d rather die in a port-a-potty then use a Dulaney high school bathroom.
Dulaney High School has flooded again... what a suprise.