I know how to reroute it.
Now it all makes sense.
If John Mellencamp had his way, all neon & fluorescent signs would look like that one. Here are some other examples of what happens when the gas leaks or the ballast craps out.
[Found in here, and there’s more. I was going to add some to their collection, but the site requires log-ins with passwords and stuff so I passed. Their loss.]
BTW, this is Mellencamp’s best song IMO, and the line is “That’s when a smoke was a smoke.” Not a spoke. Not a sport. Not a spote. Not a spork. A smoke.
Okay, I have some questions.
Who’s tending the fire? Where’s the ladder? How did they get in, and how do they get out? Where’s the beer, wine and cheese? Who would get into that thing knowing that there’s a guy with a ponytail involved? How do they post selfies? Who took the photo, and why was he/she excluded and demoted to temperature control? Who is making the *ahem* bubbles?
So much bizarre in that photo. I like it.
Okay, okay, calm down. It’s just a joke. The pups are only sleeping.