On the big, portable dumpster outside of our store, someone spray painted "F--- you if you hate me", which is relatively pointless I think. If someone already hates you, you have probably already offended them enough. No need for further antagonism.
The best thing about this graffiti is that the last word is sort of undecipherable. My friend Amanda came over yesterday and thought it said, "F--- you if you hate pie". As in, "You hate pie? Well, f--- you then!" When she left (after much help - thanks, Amanda!) I sat there thinking about the Pie Fanatic that could have crafted such a phrase. Maybe it was a disgruntled Marie Callender's worker. Maybe it was an old grandma whose grandchildren don't appreciate her home-cooking. Maybe it was Betty Crocker herself!
Either way, "I hate pie" is going to be my new phrase. When I really want to say a big F.U. I will say, "I hate pie" and leave it at that.
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the truth is... I'm really not that big of a pie fan. maybe some pumpking here and there, but that's about it...!
Maybe that's why you see that message in random graffiti...it's like wishful thinking.
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