I'm an aficionado of restroom graffiti - good, graffiti that is. Of
course "good" is all in the eyes of the beholder. But my
favorite of all time was many years ago on the wall of a stall inside a Sears
and Roebuck store (when they still had that name).
On the wall was written in lamenting disdain in blue ink:
"My mother made me a homosexual."
And written just below it in a different handwriting and different color pen
"Gee, that's great. Have her make one for me
Both mothers and fathers have significantly more to do with making
homosexuals (gay or lesbian) than either genes or outside factors do.