Confessions of a porta-potty tipper

The following names have been changed to protect the not-so innocent.

L: So i lost my fucking iphone this weekend. yay.
L: and i pushed J*** over in porta-potty-whoops.
L: p.s don't say anything to him about it, i think it hurts his feelings now that he's sober.

The conversation came accompanied with some pictures of the aftermath. I wish I wasn't sworn to secrecy, otherwise I'd share. A mental image will have to suffice: The porta-potty was unused (luckily) so where there would normally be feces and urine, there was that weird blue dye so imagine a 6 foot tall, drunk, unhappy Smurf.

My feelings would be hurt too.

Street Street Art

I met this guy on the street this weekend, his work is dope. See it here.