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August 5, 2008

Photo of the Day: August 5, 2008

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From the Flickr user who likes to bring us amusing signs from around town, spiggycat caught this one oh-so-gently reminding passers-by not to relieve themselves in the area. You think it's working? Should D.C. commission a series of signs for alleyways across the city, with misplaced exclamation points and perhaps a helpful stick figure?

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But they're totally cool with defecating there, as long as you put a picture of George Bush on top of it. Because that's a bold statement about your political beliefs.

 

Haha. This is that gas station at Vermont and Florida, right? They always have signs like that here, for example.

 

you have to admire their thought process here:

"hmmmm. people keep pissing in our parking lot. what can we do? hmmmmm. i've got it! let's put up a sign that tells people not to piss here! duh. i don't know why i didn't think of that before."

 

Vomiting, defecating, murdering and general loitering are still allowed.

 

Vomiting, defecating, murdering and general loitering are still allowed.

You have a better idea of how to spend a Tuesday afternoon at Florida and Vermont?

 

I seriously hope the owners have invested in a "CUIDADO! PISO MOJADO!" sign, because that whole area is going to be so yellow and stinky tomorrow. The last thing they need is a lawsuit from some homeless guy slipping and falling in it. They aren't the most graceful people.

 

sigh. i suppose i will have to take the same approach for my backyard: PLEASE DON'T sleep, crap, eat chicken wings or dump your condoms here.

true story. not all in one night though.

 

PLEASE DON'T sleep, crap, eat chicken wings or dump your condoms here.

I totally want to party with those guys. I promise we'll clean up. By which I mean dump the mess to the gas station at Vermont and Florida. Don't see a single sign saying we can't sleep, crap, eat chicken wings, or dump condoms.

It's a slippery slope, and not just because of the pee. Those "Employees must wash hands" signs you see everywhere? They don't tell them what to wash their hands with. A loose enough definition could include anything from imaginary pixie dust to farts. Such is the legacy of Foucault and Derrida, where "everything" "means" what you "want" it to "mean" "in quotes."

 

miss bee: In my yard, it's loser lotto tickets and empty cans of Milwaukee Beast.

 

Crack bags, dog/people s**t, cans of Steel Reserve for me.

 

Crack bags, dog/people s**t, cans of Steel Reserve for me.

Don't you live in Mt. Vernon?

 

I suggest a new sign:

"If you want to piss here, we get to junkpunch you."

 

It looks like the 'Not' was added to this sign as an after thought.. I thought Old Milwaukee Light was brewed in Wisconsin.

 

hillrat - Allow an old monkey to wax nostalgic, please. The year was 2000 and the IMF/World Bank protesters had setup their "anticapitalist convergence center" in the old Florida Avenue laudry building in my backyard, the alley of which was littered with human waste, cans of Steel Reserve, and street theater puppets in various stages of disassembly. Down swoops Chief Ramsey to sieze the puppets and other "bombmaking" supplies, including industrial cleansers, toiletpaper tubes, and bottles of patchouli. How can this be? Can't stinking hippies peaceably assemble and build marionettes? Thus began the stirring chant, "Give us back our puppets!" After a few tense hours of negotiations, the puppets were freed and the protestors made their way downtown, leaving behind even more feces and cans of Steel Reserve.

Moral of the story: if you're constipated, drink cheap beer. It's called "high gravity" for a reason.

 

I suggest a new strategy.

Let the Wookie pee.

 

Minutes until the urine soaked sign is removed - I'm guessing 27.

 

Couldn't they just open the manhole? Viola! instant drainage AND a certain percentage of pissers will fall into the underworld.

 

That manhole cover is there for a reason. To keep the chud and morlock activity to a minimum. Friday night at Duffys is crowded enough as it is.

Manhole covers also seal in the flavor.

 

monkey, you can definitely party with those dudes. but annapolis is a good hike just for some chicken wings and used condoms.

 

Not if the chicken wings are good. And how "used" are the condoms?

People crap in Annapolis backyards? I thought they just held it in until they burst. That's what it said in the Baedeker.

 

explosively used.

and yes, people do crap in annapolis backyards. oh but don't worry - they covered it with a white restaurant linen napkin that they used to clean their soiled tush. how thoughtful. i suggest you upgrade to frommer's from here on out, though.

and from the looks of it, the chicken wing was pretty good, no trace of meat left on that bone.

 

hillrat - Allow an old monkey to wax nostalgic, please.

Never! I'm shutting down the nostalgia train Monkey. Either keep it real in the city or keep it zipped when we orate about the multiple deprivations, humiliations, and urinations that make up life in our fair city.

 

ok, I've offically laughed until there are tears in my eyes. nicely done.

 

Hey, I keeps it reals! Whenever I go to Black Cat to see a theremin band or any of 50 bajillion dance nights, I always pee hard enough to chip enamel off the urinal. If I can't manage that, I do it in the sink. Just ask Chuck. That sink on the left? It's Monkey's private waist-level urinal.

 

explosively used.

The condoms? That settles it. I'm definitely partying with these guys. And I promise not to wipe my ca-ca with a restaurant napkin. I'll just drag my ass on the lawn.

And if I'm lucky, maybe I'll find a used condom with the penis still inside it!

And by "lucky" I mean "doomed."

 

I had a bathroom issue in Europe several years back. Was in the bathroom going #2 (very explosive). When I was done, there was no toilet paper. None. Not even a tiny scrap.

But there was a nice cleanish-looking handtowel by the sink....

 

this thread is a laff riot. i need a "do not urinate here sign" for my pants. it'll probly work as well as those "you are entering a drugfree school zone" signs.

 

hillrat, you've got it right. monkey and I are no longer adding to our large collection of discarded crackbags, used syringes, and empty honeybun bags. These days, the only trash I've found in our suburban hood is stuff the "sanitation engineers" spill when they're emptying our cans, plenty of curbway dog cr@p, and the odd crumpled mass of gift wrap at the side of the house. It's as if the neighborhood kids have chosen our yard to stealthily open their birthday gifts and leave the wrapping paper and ribbons? Weird kids.

Whatever. Party ribbons beat human urine any day.

 
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