How many prongs?

Nothing like an optical illusion to distract you from the work you're being paid too much to be avoiding.

Canvas Closed.

RIP plop plop room. RIP fizz fizz room.

Obviously conflicted.

About the local 40 ironworkers union.

Plop plop room.

Not the fizz fizz room.

I always feel like...

Somebody's watchin' meeeeee...

Oh wait, no. This is construction graffiti inside the temp toilets? It can't be eyes, it's got to be tits.

Seriously...

Say it out loud. Really- then you'll get it.

Just sayin'

Seriously, how did this guy know?

Nursery Rhyme.

Not for nothing, but I'm pretty sure a good deal of this is plagiarism. According to the APA, it would have been appropriate to cite Andrew Dice Clay's magnum opus, and I quote, "Hickory dickory dock. Some chick's been sucking my cock. The clock struck two, I dropped my goo and dumped the bitch down the next block. OHHHHHHHHH!"

My dad says! Updated! (More wisdom from pop.)

Looks like someone's tired of the tired of talk about the change order nature of this job.

They say you aren't doing your job properly... UPDATED!

Everyone's caricaturing the guy with the heavy eyebrows. I mean seriously, have you ever seen a stick figure with eyebrows?


unless people are talking shit about you on the walls. Someone managing this job must have some impressive eyebrows for someone to have taken the time to do these two portraits...

Non-Construction lesson for the day.

I'm imagining a lesson on palindromic words being taught to some apprentices over coffee break.

RAT ALERT!!!!!!

Morning cup of Tea-Bag.

(photo credit: MB, Location:Pallisades Center Mall, W. Nyack, NY)