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.
pithypants 
This is so funny!
Right? Completely cracked me up.
Made me laugh!
Admit it, you were tempted to say “ri-dick-ulous,” weren’t you?
I wish I’d thought of it!
You and me both, e1aine. Next time.
You did this.
I wish I were this clever. Also, I wish I could stay awake past 9pm, so it would be plausible.
That was my first thought.
Doubter.
Funny how all those cars just happened to be on the way to your yoga huh? Did you do it? The first one has the most artistic merit so I’m going with the others being a copy cat artist, just not the same attention to detail as the first.
Actually, Encyclopedia KitchenTable Brown, I think you’ve cracked this case: CLEARLY my yoga instructor is the culprit.
That was my next guess.