Our Educational System at Work
Seems these days the local thugs can’t even spell their gang’s name correctly when they spray paint graffiti on public edifices. (Guess it kind of shows you what kind of person who defaces public property with spray paint, doesn’t it?)
And how are you?
Someone asked me how I was doing the other day. “Well,” I replied, “the bad news is that I have hemorrhoids. The good news is I’m constipated.” It’s been like that lately.
The Ease of Z’s
Dagmar and I went camping with a group of friends this weekend. We only stayed one night. I got the award for “most annoying snore.” Yay for me!
Mat D and the Profane Saints
Good band! Goofy, but lovable, drummer. See ’em HERE.
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re: taggers – at least they were able to figure out which way to point the arrow.
(the word verfication for this post is “yeyhey”, which is something I’d like to say to the Radloffs… “Yeyhey!”)
Those kids were so busy being underground, they decided to spell it differently, too, just to throw everyone else off.
Also, wouldn’t you be sadder if graffiti artisans wrote trenchant screeds with far better vocabularies than you could ever hope to amass? Then you’d feel dumber than dudes spraypainting public property, and that’s f-ing depressing.
I think the graffiti “artists” are maybe just a little too fond of cows… Except they couldn’t spell “udder” either.