Construction Guys Have Too Much Time On Their Hands
Submitted by Apple on Mon, 10/27/2003 - 6:59pm. Graffiti
Seen from the cab of Mr Man's semi as we drove down I-69 in OK:
John
Is
A
Fag
It was written in the tar that they use to fix the cracks in the road, each just a few seconds further down the road. I knew they weren't really working!
Creepy Spelling
Submitted by Apple on Thu, 10/23/2003 - 8:59pm. Tragic
"Thank You! Sweat Screams!"
A sign painted in the loading cemetary at one of the local high school's haunted hayride. Ah, how education makes me laugh and cry at the same time. *sigh*
Talking To Oneself
Submitted by Apple on Tue, 10/21/2003 - 8:39am. Um...
"And so there I was wanting to put it down where I wanted it, when some other schmuck puts his there instead!"
A rather loud guy at the local supermarket. This wouldn't have struck me as odd, and I probably wouldn't blog it, if he were talking to someone else. He was screaming at himself. No, no hands-free miniscule cell phone, either. I don't think I want to know what he's wanting to put down, and yet, my curiosity is threatening to shut down vital functions if I don't find out. *grin*