Whore for Poetry.

My buddy Jay sent me some more good finds. Good thing too, because I haven''t found anything lately.

Here they are:

Up first, we have a little poem. I don't get it, but poetry aint my thing. I hear some people are whores for poetry.
(the poem reads: "The prospect of perfection writhes in your reflection".)


I love this response to the I'm a whore for poetry comment. It says: "If I read you some Langston Hughes would you blow me?"

This is just some great information. Click the image to enlarge it if you can't read it.
If you still can't read it, it says: "Poop chunks all around your face means you got shat on homie." Thanks homie. That's very helpful.

Thanks to my homie Jay for the pics.

¿Dónde está el baño?

I finally found a toilet that was both new to me and filled with some excellent graffiti. Unfortunately, most of the graffiti is in Spanish.

Here's what I found.

I call this one "Menage a tres". Mostly because three was the only word I knew the translation of. Pretty awesome. The chick on the left looks like Beavis.

This one was huge. Two feet by two feet-ish. Also awesome. I have no idea what happening in the guy's mouth.

Here's La Chucha. No clue what that means but I doubt it's anything good.

Here's La Chucha's car.

Time for a positive message (in English). Thanks Johnny, or Tommy, err.. Jommy, whatever that signature says.

We'll end today with a prayer.

Amen!