If only it were true! Unfortunately, in a past life, I had to clean the occasional women’s restroom, and I can assure you all… they do. Once you’ve cleaned a woman’s far-flung feces off the ceiling tiles, you can never look at them the same.
In fact, I suspect they do dark, unspeakable things in there, the kinda stuff that chills the soul and gets 17th century Puritans all excited. I won’t go so far as to call it witchcraft, and I don’t claim to understand it all, but Jesus… they’ve got extra trashcans in there! Why would they possibly need extra trashcans? Does it have something to do with all the extra shoes they buy?
And seriously… what the fuck’s a BOGO? I’m on to you, you dirty birds!