Again with the graffiti

Ah, I suppose my problem with understanding the joke lies in my disagreement with your view of rap. In my opinion rap seems to be the worst kind of noise ever devised. Most boring, dull, unsophisticated and devoid of artistic value.

In fact, that brings me to how I interpret the vandalism in quite an opposite way. My take on the “joke” would be that it reflects the stereotypical ignorance of the rap culture by demonstrating his own inability to use punctuation and letter case properly. Ok, I’ll shut up before before one of them finds me and caps my ass after dazzling me with his bling. :slight_smile:

Now the people around my cubicle are wondering what I’m laughing at.

This is my favourite piece of graffiti.

Wow, but that one was obviously made by extraterrestrials though. It’s impossible for humans to make such a complex figure in just one night. I wonder what they are trying to tell us.

I took the humor to be that it is such a vague and general statement as to be nearly meaningless. Like tagging a building with “i like pancakes”.

Step 1: Whitewash a section of wall.

Step 2: Wait for a collection of tags to appear.
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Step 3:** Tack up a sign at the top of the wall reading “TAG BELOW IF YOU ENJOY BEING SODOMIZED BY GOATS”.

Step 4: Photograph and post on Internet/send to local paper.

Step 5: Profit.

Clearly they’re telling us to “Poo!” Mission accomplished, alien dudes.

That’s cool. That’s actually how a lot of people who I know see rap. I actually like it because it pisses people off and is in your face and is loud and fun and stuff. Stuff like that makes life so much more interesting for me, anyhow! :smiley:
It’s all good!

And dude, no worries. I would never cap your ass. Too much paperwork and no fun being suspended, even with pay!

To each his own, but that’s not why it made me laugh. It made me laugh because the person who wrote it likely didn’t speak English (certainly not as a first language), but loved this American export music/culture, and tried to descibe it in a way he thought an American would, but failed pretty spectacularly. And then there’s the element 5-HT describes.

Yeah, it’s really amazing how totally subjective humor is. I guess that’s why they say in acting that dying is easy and comedy is hard!

Yeah, I guess taggers and their “art” can be cool and artistic, ironic, amusing. puzzling, decorative and even embraced by people whose property is not tagged. (I have pondered the intent every time I drive by mor?n on the bottle redemption center wall–is the tagger named Morin, or is he a moron? To be clear, the ? is intended to be a letter, whether “i” or “o”, I can only speculate.)

The douchebags who sprayed 187* on our fence** last week exhibited none of the above characteristics. The spray can was evidently on its last legs, having previously squirted 187 on every stop sign, speed limit sign and slow-moving animal in the neighborhood. The graffiti wasn’t even interesting–looked like a couple of kindergarden kids just learning how to print.

*Yeah, I know 187 is code for murder. And maybe some gang name. But the losers who tagged our fence in this sleepy little burb : murder :: I am : winning the lottery and buying a flat in the middle of Paris for weekend getaways. And I don’t buy lottery tickets.

**We shed blood, sweat, and tears putting that fence up ourselves. Dug the holes, mixed and poured the concrete for the posts, spent hours leveling and plumbing and swatting bugs and choosing just the right stain and sweating in the August sun. A true marriage test, it was. And when complete, a source of pride and accomplishment for two distinctly un-handy homeowners.

That pretty much sums it up for me. Some baggy pants wearin, sign throwin, punk ass bitch, comes along and “sticks it to the man”. Problem is, it’s not “the man”, it’s “a man”. A man who spends his free time making sure his humble abode doesn’t look like a fucking dump.

Art my fucking ass.