Just driving along


When I was a teenager my father used to hate all the bumper stickers on my car(s).  He would always say it looks like a rolling French Whore House.  How he knew that I don’t know,  as I don’t think he ever went to France.

Now I look at bumper stickers with amusement. Who are you to think I care what you think about anything? I know I don’t care if your kid is an honor student or your other car is a Porsche. I know no one cares what I think,  so my bumper is in its original pristine condition. That, and its a company car and it might be considered inappropriate.




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