Some freakin’ jackwagon gang-tagged the shed behind Nancy’s house last night at some point between 5:00 p.m. and 11:00 p.m.
So, Joel and I went down to our basement lair, gathered up every partial can of spray-paint left over from every bicycle we’ve redecorated in the past decade, and fixed that shit.
It’s not 100% complete, of course, but it’s what you might consider an improvement.
And if I ever catch anyone fucking with any of our sheds again, by gosh and by golly, I’ma gonna hit ‘im with a brick.
Also, I am not what you would consider a tidy painter:
Well played.
Thank you! It’ll be even nicer when it’s entirely finished.