We've all seen the occasional short bus on the highway with something lewd scribbled in the dirt on the back. The lazy co-worker's car with "wash me" fingerprinted into the rear window. Graduates with their grad year scribed into the recent relics of "mudding".
Personally, I have more dead bugs on the front of my car from a recent drive through southern Illinois that I could make an amazing sculpture of insect wings in about an hour.
Who knew this could be high art? I wonder what the artist does when it rains...
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