I had the honor of attending a luncheon with my family at a restaurant at the Beltway and Beechnut. Truly an interesting part of town, so the fact that it had bathroom graffiti was...well...it was not surprising. While the food was decent, the bathroom graffiti was the real treat du jour!
I'm sure I became the talk of the table when I kept getting up and taking my phone to the bathroom. (I did this for you, reader, because I love you.) So much to take in in one, ahem, sitting. AND I almost got busted taking photos (with flash) in the stall when another restaurant patron walked in. "Creepster is the new Hipster." Pass it on.
I'd like to pose two statements/questions that cover almost all of these works of art. First, lawmakers might consider poor phonetic spelling of baby's names a Class B Misdemeanor. Qs weren't really meant to be used THAT much. Second, WHY do so many people carry permanent markers?? And why do those people think it's okay to write on walls? Why?? I have lived to see 34 without EVER writing on some one's wall - well, except when I was three, and my mom told me I'd have to find a new home if I didn't quit that shit immediately. (I'll share that story some other time.)
Alright. Without further ado, here are the pictures and my commentary on this first edition of "Bathroom Graffiti".
Not sure about Tweety's use of symbols. Maybe she's sneering at me. Maybe she's almost a feminist...if. those two. plus signs. will. just. touch. the. circles. of. LIIIIIIFE! I already like her, but that blob next to her artwork cried a little bit. See the tear?
Look at these two BFFs complimenting each other on the bathroom wall. "[Ber]anna's the best." "No, girl. You are. 'Qaliya got swag'." "Hold up. Let's go get these made into tattoos!" "I'll call Tweety!" "Naw. That hoe is practically a feminist."
Oh yeah? I <3 albert moost. *smh* Canadians...
I'm going to need y'all to agree how to spell "Zayn". Just zayin. Az far az uzing "z" in playz of "s", I think it's charming...zaid no one ever.
Please. Someone volunteer to give me a post-mortem, bathroom wall shout-out. Please. (You may volunteer to do so in the "Comments" section of this blog.)
Do this. Not because I say so, but because the Wing-ed Bear Head says so. (By the way, this is one worthy of MY calf.)
Until next time...Keep thoze Sharpies sharp!!!