What you smiling at?

Sometimes the enemy becomes the ally.

The incessant and invasive engine noise that had been succeeding in affecting my usually super calm demeanour acted as a perfect cover for my attempt at spray painting a smiley face on my Boss's arse. Unfortunately the can was almost empty, perhaps too many boabies drawn on the road earlier? Anywho's i tried. It was so noisy i was able stand right behind him and shake the spray can, ball bearing on tin clangin it out trying to entice a bit more paint out without him even noticing.

Result. Mostly.