Good for a Laugh

Okay, so I'm driving down the street and come to a stop light. I'm tapping my fingers impatiently on the steering wheel -- I've got places to go and things to do -- and my bored gaze finally alights on the rear window of the pickup in front of me. It's got a huge sticker that practically fills the window that reads:

Bad-ass boys
(pickup manufacturer's name here)
Have bad-ass toys.

(Or something to that effect.)

And it's on a teeny-tiny Nissan pickup.

Give me a freakin' break. When was the last time anyone ever included "bad-ass" and "Nissan" in the same sentence??? And it was a lil' baby pickup. I can't even call it a "truck" with a straight face. All my neighbors' trucks up here on the hill could carry that tiny thang in the bed with room leftover . . . that is, if they didn't just drive over the top of it and flatten it because it's no bigger than a speck on the road anyway.

By the way, I'm pretty sure that if you call yourself "bad-ass," it freakin' ain't true.

And totally off-topic, happy birthday, Kadon! Though if there's even a remote chance that you're reading this blog, stop it right now. You're much too young.






Rachel9:35 AM