“Naw, man. Naw. Shit, naw, man…”

So, hey, here’s a hella gross billboard I saw on my way home.

The most “The fuck?” baby I’ve ever seen.

I took this photo from the car while driving, so I’m sorry for the poor quality, but I drive past this billboard every day and I feel like everyone needs to behold its majesty.

Wake me up before you go-go-get an abortion.

Yeah, pro-lifers, I think what you want right before the entrance to a really tight two-way tunnel that only barely fits two cars is a “Choose Life” billboard with a picture of a fetus, so l can nearly get into 47 different accidents because I got distracted thinking about fetuses and Wham!

Unwanted babies are terrible at grammar.

Taken from the car during my travels today.

I realize this baby is trying to make me think about my stance on abortion, but its grammar isn’t really helping its cause.
 

On burritos and buttsex.

Continuing a theme… 

Every day on my way to work, I drive past a billboard for a place called California Tortilla, and the billboard says, “We stuff imagination into unlikely places.”

And every time I see it, I think, “What, like the back of a Volkswagen?”