Saturday night we received a dusting of snow. Not so much that I woke to a ground blanketed in white, but enough that the cars had a light coating when I headed out to yoga Sunday morning.
I like snow, so it made me smile. And then, realizing some drunk graffiti artists had used the cars as their canvasses, I REALLY smiled. Between my house and the yoga studio, I counted over two dozen cars that had been tagged with a cartoon phallus of some kind. Like this:
Artistic. Matt Groening would be proud.
Five in a row. Artistic AND persistent.
Art school reject.
Even cars in driveways were not immune…
So this tells you all you need to know about my neighborhood. Apparently I’m not the only person with a 12-year-old sense of humor.
Also? Those rumors that DC is full of dicks? Apparently it’s true.
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