Someone in Toronto has run up and down a stretch of particularly heinous pavement with purple paint and splashed words like "OOF!" "YOWCH!" and "YIPE!" to mark all the worst bits.
Sheer wonderful. I wish someone would do this on my home street (which I've dubbed The Pothole House of Horrors) or on some of the more gruesome sections of Bank St. running through the Glebe. I bow before the arch wit, the succinctness, and the humour of this unknown vigilante onomatopoeist! Long may your tires remain unbent!