Men at work

So, I am walking along the road from the station to work. Unlike my more glamorous sister who strolls to work across Trafalgar Square to Pall Mall I have to navigate the detritus of a Medway town.
Today it was a knocked over men at work sign which some witty card had graffitied 'black c**t' across but then strangely drawn a large willy hanging down. This inability to correctly label the simplest of anatomical drawings probably explains the high level of teenage pregnancy in this town.