Wednesday, December 30, 2009
What's Up Daug
I have one word for the maker of this tombstone, and that word is lazy. No, crafty. No, logical, but stupid. Right. So I guess I have three words.
Apparently the tombstone guy was afraid "daughter" wouldn't quite fit on the heart, so he chopped the word in half and then (genius) repeated it to make it seem legit. Obviously there's room for the whole word "daughter" under those dates.
On the up side, this daughter now has the most hip tombstone in the cemetery, yo.