[media-credit name=’JEFF SCHORFHEIDE/Herald photo’ align=’alignnone’ width=’648′][/media-credit]Eclipsing the closest runner-up in the category by more than twice the votes, the Red Shed's facilities are the bathroom equivalent to the Tampa Bay Devil Rays of baseball. The threshold to the Shed's restroom has an outhouse-style door, which would be fitting if the head weren't even more revolting than an outdoor lavatory during mosquito season. While I can only speak for the men's half of the equation, dropping a deuce is all but impossible at the Red Shed. Why, you ask? Because there is no lock or door-closing device available. The floor is sticky. The toilet paper looks recycled and is thinner than Terrell Owen's skin. The urinal appears to be hammered out of a Natty Light 30-pack. And should you want to wash your hands, you won't want to dry them on the dirty rag roll that lies above the sink. It is ideal for vomiting, as you would probably feel guiltier for trying to clean it up than if you simply just let it add to the décor. The Kollege Klub finished a distant second place in this race, but it certainly does deserve an honorable mention. I mean, just because Michael Jordan was head over heels the best player in the league, doesn't mean that Scottie Pippen was bum. He just couldn't step. That's the deal with the KK. It just can't flush to the Shed, yo. Red Shed: 291 votes Kollege Klub: 141 votes