I Saw the Signs

I don’t care what they call it.  I’m pretty sure there’s no honey in this bucket.

Now this changing table from a restroom in the crypt of St. Paul’s Cathedral in London is appropriately labeled.
Those things are always pretty nappy.

Be afraid.  Be very afraid.  I don’t see Beware of Dog signs very much anymore but these seem to be cropping up everywhere.  You’d better watch out.  They’re all around us.  Some may even live on your very street…or in your HOUSE!  Watch for signs.

Seriously?  None at all?  On this, not-recently-barfed-on cement slab in downtown Seattle?  Okay.  I’ll try to restrain myself.  Maybe there’s a sweet spot down by the shipping yards.

I love the endorsements on political signs.
Was he endorsed by some Washington nurses association or is his mom just a nurse and she really likes him?  I’m endorsed by software programmers, escape artists, people named Allysha and the Democratic Party (I figure that if at least 20 people living on the internet link to my site, and the internet was invented by Al Gore, it just stands to reason…).  Maybe I should run for office.

Those things are always pretty nappy.
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