This post is going to be a bit lame since I have lost the ability to post pictures on here directly, but I figured it was time for me to share some of the things that have been sitting on my camera for a while.
My particular favorite is this shot of some lovely graffiti at my train station. Seriously, folks: is it actually considered more acceptable to deface public property than it is to drop the F-bomb? (Here’s the graffiti in context.) Or is this a Mormon graffiti-er? (Can I call this person a graffiti artist? That’s not really art so much as it is ridiculous writing. Hrm.) Don’t even get me started on the actual content, either. I presume this person is either warning us that “tha” grim reapa (reaper?) is near? Or that he or she is “tha grim reapa”? And….just what? WHAT?? I need a predicate to go with this subject, people. Or at least a little verb. “Tha fudgin grim reapa rocks!” Or “Tha fudgin grim reapa will get you!” Not just “Tha fudgin grim reapa”. And…this person apparently thinks it is VERY cool to write this because he or she also wrote it in big red letters in addition to the smaller black ones.
Oh, my.
I hope you all appreciate that I whipped out my camera to photograph this in front of a bunch of other commuters waiting for the train.
You can also see an up-close image of Chester’s nose (so cute!) resting on mah belleh (I’m sorry, I apparently am taking after tha fudgin grim reapa here), Chester wishing he had hands instead of paws, and Chester taking over the faux fur blanket that I bought for his dad last Christmas.
Did I ever tell y’all that Rob loves faux fur? Because he does. It cracks me up, because that’s a funny thing for a straight dude to love.
Alright, peace out, yo! I’m off to BYO Club. Here’s hoping I don’t encounter tha grim reapa on my way home.
How does Rob feel about crushed velvet?
Apparently, tha grim reapa is going around murdering the English language.
Chester is adorable. Dingo Girl also has a faux fur blanket that she loves! We call it her Diva Blanket.
Um, your dog is so cute and I really need to have him.
I was going to ask how Rob feels about velour track suits, which is sort of along the same lines as Flurrious’s question.
Also, at least that graffiti hoodlum wrote semi-legibly. That’s more than I can say for the miscreant who tagged my garage recently. Oh yeah. Did I neglect to mention that? Some creep tagged my garage. I had no idea I lived in the ghetto, yo. Who knew?
I’m always cracked up by the bad graffiti in the girl’s locker room at the middle school where I swim. It’s about that caliber, but they really know how to use the “f” word properly.
I’m cracking up at the graffiti, and Rob’s faux fur love. You should TOTALLY buy him a fake fur jacket. And then take pictures, so I can giggle when he looks like a pimp….a pimp named the Grim Reapa:)
Chester reminds of Pudge. If Pudge were slightly smaller and golder. He’s cute, is what I’m saying!
P.S. Does everybody know it is Lara’s birthday today? HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LARA!!!
When I was a good little Mormon girl my friends and I coined ourselves R.Y.W., aka Righteous Young Women. We would write it at the bottom of notes and occasionally on a bathroom wall. With ball point pen. OH THE SCANDAL. True story.