"Don't Not Stop Bush": The Brief History of a Stop Sign

For the last several months, some young anonymous joker(s) has been going around my town spray painting "Bush" under the "STOP" on stop signs. One or more of them even has this nifty stamper thing, so the letters are actually legible, unlike most grafitti. (Why do you suppose some people go to great lengths to write their name or whatever else somewhere if no one can even read it?)

One stop sign about seven minutes away from my house now reads "Don't Not Stop Bush". 'Cause soon after someone stamped "Bush" on the sign, someone else sprayed "Don't" above the "Stop". Some Republican or whatever... Anyhoo, 'bout a week after that, someone else sprayed "Not" between the "Don't" and the "Stop". So...don't not stop Bush. There ya go. The people in my town have too much spare time.

Just a few days ago, I saw this particular stop sign lying on the grass near the curb. Ah well. So much for that.

Sorry about the patheticness of this first thing I actually wrote myself for this site...I was bored and didn't have anything else to write about. The next ones will be better, I promise. Maybe.

"Don't Not Stop Bush": The Brief History of a Stop Sign

Updated and modified by Josh to be funnier. All text in not-bold is original Sarah text. Everything in bold is original Josh text. Hee hee...enjoy.

For the last several months, some young anonymous joker(s) has been going around my town spray painting "Bush" under the "STOP" on stop signs. One or more of them even has this nifty stamper thing, so the letters are actually legible, unlike most grafitti. (Why do you suppose some people go to great lengths to write their name or whatever else somewhere if no one can even read it?)

Think about it, if they really have nothing better to do than that, doesn't that exemplify the true American spirit? I mean "do nothing, trash other people's stuff, and make as much money as you can preferably by stealing it from others" is totally represented here, especially by including our fine nation's leader and chief (and boy do I use the terms loosely).

Of course this can also be viewed in a good way. Stop signs (in their normal un-modified state) must lead pretty boring lives. They live by themselves with nothing to do and no one to talk to...forever. Imagine the conversations they must have with themselves after going clinically insane.

Stop Sign Multiple Personality #1: Howdy

Stop Sign Multiple Personality #2: Howdy

Stop Sign Multiple Personality #1: You're looking very red today.

Stop Sign Multiple Personality #2: Indeed.

Stop Sign Multiple Personality #1: Does the word "stop" make my hips look big?

Stop Sign Multiple Personality #2: Oh dear god not again...

So if you really thing abou it at least now they can hook up with each other and compare graffiti. Now conversations can go..."I have the cooler graffiti."..."No, I do!"..."LIAR!"..."Hey, you want to take this outside buddy"..."Yeah but we have no appendages to fight with"..."Oh, damn, you're right."

See, much more interesting!

One stop sign about seven minutes away from my house now reads "Don't Not Stop Bush". 'Cause soon after someone stamped "Bush" on the sign, someone else sprayed "Don't" above the "Stop". Some Republican or whatever... Anyhoo, 'bout a week after that, someone else sprayed "Not" between the "Don't" and the "Stop". So...don't not stop Bush. There ya go. The people in my town have too much spare time.

Just a few days ago, I saw this particular stop sign lying on the grass near the curb. Ah well. So much for that.

Probably the result of a fight the sign had with itself over who had the cooler graffiti. I wonder who won...

Sorry about the patheticness of this first thing I actually wrote myself for this site...I was bored and didn't have anything else to write about. The next ones will be better, I promise. Maybe.

I have now come to the conclusion that Josh is better at this type of creative random writing than I am. *note to self...steal writing from Josh for all future website writing stuff...*

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