Love, Dubliner style?

I traveled to Ireland in September of last year. It was an amazing trip for me; Ireland is an absolutely gorgeous country, filled with lovely, welcoming people (and tons of sheep and cows - I think there must be 3 sheep for every person. When my plane touched down in Dublin airport, there were cows grazing next to the tarmac!). Ireland is a far cry from LA, let me tell you. I blended beautifully with the pasty, round-cheeked natives of that emerald land, and I loved it. Every time someone would say, "Visiting relatives, are ya? Aye, you've got the Irish look about ya," I'd beam for the rest of the day.

I had taken a bus tour all over the country during the first week of my trip; after that, I spent a few days with relatives in Callan (a small town outside Kilkenny). I had planned to travel to Belfast on my way to visiting the Giant's Causeway; unfortunately, I had to cancel those plans because of riots occurring in the area near my hotel. On the last leg of my trip, I was on my own in Dublin. After having dinner in a mall one night, I went to use a public restroom.

On the inside of the stall door, there was a sticker with something scrawled on it. I read it, laughed out loud and took a picture for posterity. Emerging from the stall, I got a very strange look from a woman who was washing her hands (I didn't bother to fill her in about what was so funny). Here's the sticker (click for a larger image):
Dear readers, they say "it takes all kinds", to which I say, "Indeed." I hope the gentleman has found what he was looking for.