Ho Ho Ho

Santa Claus never claimed to be the son of God.

Odear

Pastor, please excuse me for I am about to sin - but are you a fucking idiot? I'll admit I haven't heard your sermons, but in the same way I would actively avoid shopping in places that have bigoted signs advertising their wares, I would avoid going in your church like it was on fire. Let me get this straight, this sign is attempting to turn voters away from an Obama vote because his name is an homonym with the worlds number one wanted man? Please tell me people don't fall for that stuff.


Just a point in principle here, and this maybe more to do with the local community in Jonesville, but since when was it families started sharing their first names rather than the traditional surname? Humm indeed.

I present....nonsense

Here is a another prime example of a poor unwitting sign, made to look stupid by the big claim it’s forced to make, while still acting as a shield for the real perpetrator of the crime. But all is not lost; encouragement can be taken in the first example of a sign fighting back in the only real way it can, subtly pointing back to the face of the author as a child would silently finger the blame for chocolaty finger marks on a sibling. Casual like - but the message is loud and clear.

And as for the sign’s content, well it’s quite a claim and judging by the Union Jack and George cross flags in the background it’s attempting to make a comment on the UK’s switch to the metric system. Fine, but not illegal. However, I am now proudly standing in the coffee shop where this blog, more often than not, calves each new post and I’m holding a sign which says “Stealing and defacing road signs is ILLEGAL”. I have the mild hope that someone who writes a blog titled something along the lines of Sign’s That Make Perfect Sense is also here enjoying a coffee (black, with a dash of milk and one sugar please), and has taken a photograph of me to use for their next post.

Capital City

The last post's text has gone mad. What ever I try, whenever I try, however I try to fix it, the blog's response is to post the same text but in ever increasing, larger and larger, capitalised fonts. I give up and move on.

Life Source

This is a big claim for any sign to make and while it may be accurate I wonder who “we” is. After a little research I’m almost certain that this rusty old sign was put in place by a potato. OK, while this may sound unlikely, and if I’m being honest I can really only agree, it IS unlikely - a potato is always going to struggle holding the phone when calling the sign writers – there’s some science to back it up. I say science, but what I mean is a dodgy thesis from one of those buy-an-essay websites, titled “Hydrogen peroxide reacting with potato to produce oxygen and water”. If that’s good enough to get a GCSE pass I’m comfortable for it being conclusive proof on this blog; after all my last post was a cheep felatio gag. Beggars can’t be choosers. Sorry.

I was going to put a link to the website the essay came from, but then felt uncomfortable with the prospect of being in some way linked to defrauding the education system. While I can’t condone your actions, please do get in touch and let us all know how you got on. I for one would be fascinated what mark you can get for under a fiver.

Love Station

So where's this platform edge then?

Sinatra; earth wrecker

This is an onerous task to charge anyone with, let alone someone just trying to have a good time on their holiday. Unless it's been put there on the off chance Frank Sinatra might come by and needed to take note (in joke for Sinatra fans)!

"The sky fell down when I met you,
The green of the countryside has turned to blue,
I had the moon right on my fingertips,
And when first we kissed,
there were stars on your lips,
To be with you just made it seem,
That walking on snowy clouds was not a dream,
You gave to me all this and heaven too,
When the sky fell down and I met you."