This masterpiece of bathroom graffiti was taken at Jimmy Jazz in Guelph, Ontario. It’s my favourite graffiti ever. When you go to reach for some toilet paper and come up empty handed- as is the norm- instead of anger, you can’t help but smile at how someone felt the need to profess their love of Language Arts. What a strange thing to add to a wall that is mostly a list of the names of accused sluts. Not necessarily a fantastic piece of design, but it stands out against the rest of the clutter and makes me laugh every time the free trivia night prize beer can be contained no more. Never have these bathrooms been painted over. The graffiti is welcomed and celebrated in this context and has become a bizarre collage of drunken nuggets of genius. Call your mom, she won’t be here for ever.