Just came from a restroom where this pithy insight was scrawled:
Is this a line from Snoop Dogg's latest effort, Forrest Pimp? Or is it that there is a pharmaceutical measurement for escort managers called a "pimp dose"? Alas, probably a typo. If only Sharpie®s came with spellcheck, it would have... well, actually, not seen anything wrong. Right.
I am not a fan of graffiti. Free speech, yes. Artistic expression, yes. But not Vandalism. Even when they call it "tagging", making it seem more a job requirement than a crime, I cannot buy it. Even the sweet ones.
10 or more years ago, I stopped at a rest area in Georgia, and saw the only graffiti that has ever made me laugh out loud. It's not original anymore, but at the time it was groundbreaking to me.
Before this moment, hot air hand dryer graffiti had pretty basic rules:
1. scratch out the "w" in "warm" and the word "air" so instructions read "rub hands under (w)arm (air)."
2. scratch "3. wipe hand on pant" below instructions.
For some reason, it was almost always the singular "hand" and "pant". Maybe curvy esses are hard to scratch. Any-hoo. Text-based instuctions for hand dryers were replaced with iconographic ones, much like the manual for anything made by Little Tikes®. Some time passed where people still scratched the "wipe hands" line, but it didn't really make sense without the other text-based instructions.
Then, that day in GA, where I see this:
It took me so by surpise I laughed out loud. It echoed. Guys looked.
Now, I see this graffiti around. There's even a T-shirt. At the time, though: wow. Wherever you are, bacon-joke man, mad props.
So, in conclusion: graffiti is bad. Stay in school. If unsure of correct Pimp Dosage, please consult with your doctor or pharmacist.