*graffito*
*Noticia: My new place of employment wil be hereafter referred to as "Pog". The connotations should be self-evident.
...At the third urinal in the dingy bathroom of my numbing dry-ice call center job. Staring straight ahead with lips slack and trying to cop a rest from their previous 12-hour stretch of mouthing inanities to disembodied creatures on the other end of my cold and buried phone cables....Blurred eyes shock into focus with the aid of a massive dose of hyper-concentrated green tea- block letters, sloppy on the wall directly above where I'm leaving my liquid mark. The words of a worker with a good head of steam and an angry pen:
"SUCK MY DICK, POG!!"
...slightly below it, on the right, a neat arrow is drawn. Careful, almost prissy little words form a narrow line:
"Maybe another FAG like you would, if he could find it."
.......So I spend the rest of the day imagining my plump Santa Claus of a boss standing, with furry lips pursed, over the urinal as he hurriedly wrote that second phrase. He appeases his bourgeois sense of honor by defending his workplace in the hooligans' own medium, all the while dribblng piss onto his carefully pressed trouser leg.
...At the third urinal in the dingy bathroom of my numbing dry-ice call center job. Staring straight ahead with lips slack and trying to cop a rest from their previous 12-hour stretch of mouthing inanities to disembodied creatures on the other end of my cold and buried phone cables....Blurred eyes shock into focus with the aid of a massive dose of hyper-concentrated green tea- block letters, sloppy on the wall directly above where I'm leaving my liquid mark. The words of a worker with a good head of steam and an angry pen:
"SUCK MY DICK, POG!!"
...slightly below it, on the right, a neat arrow is drawn. Careful, almost prissy little words form a narrow line:
"Maybe another FAG like you would, if he could find it."
.......So I spend the rest of the day imagining my plump Santa Claus of a boss standing, with furry lips pursed, over the urinal as he hurriedly wrote that second phrase. He appeases his bourgeois sense of honor by defending his workplace in the hooligans' own medium, all the while dribblng piss onto his carefully pressed trouser leg.