Holidaying in Italy... I'd parked the car in a town car park while we wandered around, this was what I found on my return. Bloody Italians. Luckily I managed to get in through the passenger door and scramble across. I may have accidentally scrawled the word 'TWÀT' in foot high letters in the dust on his bonnet before I left.
When you're at the airport waiting to check in, decide to have a quick browse on Farcebook while you're waiting, and the first pic that pops up on your screen is this. The algorithms are taking the pish.