For all it turned out to be worth, this sign may as well have read "Can I mambo dogface to the banana patch?"
On my way home from visiting Soren at the Rusk Institute the other night, I passed a fenced-in area full of delivery trucks and such that bore a "No Trespassing" sign. The fence was between eight and ten feet high and all of the hinged entrances were securely closed off with lengths of thick chain, so getting would have been quite an undertaking and would have had to occur in the pitch black dead of night. But, as this post's title advises, never underestimate an intrepid scrawler (Mega-City One slang for "graffiti artist").
As I passed the enclosure I absent-mindedly glanced at the graffiti on the side of one of the vans and stopped in my tracks when my brain processed the words, whipping out my camera to record the sight for posterity.
There, right next to a clearly visible "No Trespassing" warning, was emblazoned the following on the van's door:
I swear I heard the mocking laughter of THE SIMPSONS' Nelson Muntz as I read the message.
Nelson Muntz: given voice on the side of a van by unidentified paint-wielding miscreants.