Spotted this on the ride in to work, and it cracked me up to no end. I like how I’m imagining the author to be someone who’s just incredibly pissed off, but that anger is simply directed at anyone… everyone, for… everything.
Of course, I presume the spelling and the “Y” in you is gang-related stuff. Disciples, maybe?
I guess it’s the message without the target that I find so funny. It’s akin to a guy sitting in his car in a parking lot, honking the horn repeatedly. Nobody’s doing anything TO him per se, but he just happens to be mad at every other car that’s near him.
Related:
On the Way to Stu’s
Around the Coyote
Good eye my friend, or should I say…King Killa. You’ll be riding the pitchfork in no time. Down with the crown…
My gang ties are well known and documented.