Someone Left Their Calling Cards

[poliphilo]

 During the night some precious soul drew three penises on the facade of the Meeting House and took a dump on the doorstep. M who found the mess and cleaned it up, was a little shaken. By the time I arrived the worst was over and only the ghost of one of the dicks remained. Chalk is difficult to remove from rough brick. I had a go with a mop and the mop got shredded. I think that thing will be haunting us for months to come.

"At least," I thought, "We're getting noticed..."