Being English, I always laugh at anything to do with the lavatory or bottoms.
When you get to my age life seems little more than one long march to and from the lavatory.
Arguing with a dead man in a lavatory is a claustrophobic experience.
In my experience, if you have to keep the lavatory door shut by extending your left leg, it's modern architecture.
It's funny, in literature no one ever goes to the lavatory.
I boast of being the only man in London who has been bombed off a lavatory seat while reading Jane Austen. She went into the bath; I went through the door.
Mark my words, when a society has to resort to the lavatory for its humour, the writing is on the wall.