The Tattooed Moose

The final stop on my whirlwind tour of Charleston: the Tattooed Moose.

So many locals had told me to try their duck fries (which, I might add, were delicious), but the true beauty of this place was once again contained inside the cubicle. There were so many interesting remarks upon these walls I almost felt as though I’d taken a philosophy class.

Potty poetry:

Your life is nothing more than a series of experiences shared with the entirety of humanity. Immortality is found through memories, maybe you should stop being an asshole:

Some final words of wisdom from the washroom walls before I headed back to Montreal:

Any fool can piss on the floor, real men shit on the ceiling

Oh, and by the way, here’s what those legendary duck fat fries look like 😀