Back in college I had a summer roommate named Johnny, a super bright guy who was studying Arabic en route to Georgetown Law. He was quite well versed in world affairs, able to talk at length about all sorts of crises, etc. That’s why it was all the more bizarre–and delightful–to see him coolly reading the Washington Post each morning, calmly taking out a ballpoint pen, and then drawing puke lines & mustaches on all the world leaders.
Clearly I’m a sucker for that sort of thing, though I’m still slightly embarrassed at how many times I laughed out loud at these sign hacks.