Friday 29 April 2011

Sign of the times

These signs are near-ubiquitous in western urban cities:


I've always found them a bit sad: the whole point of grass is to experience the springy bounce of it under your feet, not to look at it but never touch.

So it was with considerable satisfaction that I stumbled across this double entendre version of that sign:


It makes me smirk in a stupid, school-boy way. Utterly ridiculous. But delicious.

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