But once... we were kings.
And, when we had something to say, the best way to reach our subjects was to scribe our proclamations on the out house wall in a form of art I call 'Graffilthie'! My favourite public crapper is out by Whitecourt. It's often filled with the rudest and dirtiest jokes: Hey - didjya hear the one about Darth Vader? He's the only black guy ever to admit he's the father!
Today the practice of out house Graffilthie is alive and well, and the works of the old masters are still seen from time to time.
If ya ever see this motorcycle and this lady
parked beside a roadside crapper...a word to
the wise: keep driving!
DON'T GO IN.
So it was I stopped in and saw the works of some other scholarly bloggers that passed this way:
That's Wirecutter's work. I would
recognize his bold impressionism anywhere. That
is the best portrait of Charlie Goddammit you
will ever see.
Can't tell who did that one. Whoever it
was - was almost certainly a pervert that is into skanky women (and pansexuals of indeterminate gender), so it could be
Unca Bob, Stackz O. Mags or even BW.
Yes...yes it is.
(No, I didn't do it - but you would be correct to suspect it!)