Taggers

[Hitcher]

They stopped doing my fence since I started adding to their work.

This is just the best. I've dined out on this since the first time it was posted. I even convinced a Little Old Lady (TM) in Levenes a couple of months ago that a pink spray bomb was a better solution for her than was the container of graffiti remover she was contemplating.

[Animal]

Several years ago, someone I know really well (but won't name) caught two of these malicious young wank-stains tagging a power sub-station outside his property in Palmerston North. Maybe it was rage, maybe just a lucky punch but he managed to anaesthetize one of them instantly. He grabbed and then proceded to knock the crap out of the other, who saw an opportunity to escape and took off like his arse was on fire. The enraged citizen then proceded to empty the can of blue spray paint over the still-unconscious yob lying on the footpath. The escapee called the cops who arrived within a minute at most to investigate the reported "assault". The cop (Cronin?) had a huge laugh at the smurf-looking arsehole now slowly coming around on the footpath, then informed the escapee that no, there wouldn't be any charges laid, and that he'd do well to simply fuck off back home. Smurf boy was taken home by the cops - whose parents reportedly gave him another bloody good hiding. Of the two, I guess one of them was put right off tagging that night.

[pyrocam]

FFS!
What a pharkin WASTED effort.
If they were going to go to all that trouble, why not do something artistic, instead of some cretinous scribble?!?

Tagging - especially of this sort - is nothing more than sub-neanderthallian territory marking of the sort that dogs and tomcats do.
"Look, Bro - I pissed on that sign, hur hur...."

what a shame for our tagger


all that effort really paid off!

[Big Dave]

This is just the best. I've dined out on this since the first time it was posted. I even convinced a Little Old Lady (TM) in Levenes a couple of months ago that a pink spray bomb was a better solution for her than was the container of graffiti remover she was contemplating.

My first ever job was as an office boy at the Sydney Morning Herald. 8 or 16 hours every Saturday - right through through School* - 'BOY!' - Running copy, telex machines and lining up at the canteen.
After the train to get there I used have to walk the long Subway under Central railway station. Best part of a km underground and adorned with graffiti with 'added value'.

Someone had penned halfway up the tiled, semicircular walls and roof:
'My mother made me a homosexual'
to which someone had added
'If I buy the wool will she make me one too?'

and someone had written several hundred times 'God rolls his own.'
"then why did he invent Marlboroughs.' Was just near where the Scientologists used to 'survey' people.

The (insert tag name here) 'is gay' or prone to an assortment of STD's were abundant too.


* 7th grade was the toughest 3 years of my life.