You have 84 square miles of walls, fences, buildings, benches, sidewalks, manhole covers, street lamps, electrical boxes, telephone poles, signage, rocks, sleeping dogs, bus stops, abandoned wheelchairs, roofs, bridges, train cars, and viaducts on which to tag, doodle, or otherwise practice your craft*.
All I am asking is that you leave our beloved fake grass playfields, which cannot regenerate or be easily cleaned or replaced, alone.
- I own this
- Bobby Morris Playfield didn't sign itself
Now then, please enjoy this compilation of ancient graffiti found in Pompeii's ruins, courtesy of Slog tipper Yelahneb:
Weep, you girls. My penis has given you up. Now it penetrates men’s behinds. Goodbye, wondrous femininity!