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Obama and the Vibrator

Two amusing license plates spotted a few days ago. First, I think I may have brushed with political austerity. On the Taconic I saw a nice blue Jaguar with a soft top. Looked very new as it blew by. When I spotted the plate ROLLBAMA I was like, “Hey, hold everything.” Could it be a clever play on ‘rolling down the highway’ mixed with Obama? Could this be the Democratic Presidential hopeful, out for a drive, sans secret service? Probably not. I don’t recall from TV news that he was anywhere near New York. And though I tried to catch up, a glimpse of the candidate wasn’t worth getting a ticket for doing 80+ on the Taconic. Too much fuzz for comfort. So, I can’t be totally sure, now can I?

But a Jag, man. Makes you wonder where those record breaking campaign contributions are really going, doesn’t it?

My disappointment was soon replaced with a good, hearty belly laugh. Yet another car blew by me. Where were all the cops? Geez, from Dutchess to Westchester I often see more 6 or more cruisers. Still, I’m glad they weren’t out or I might have missed this gem. It was a Pontiac Vibe. Sure, not as cool as a new Jag convertible, but here was the license plate:

VIBERADR

That’s a man confident in his ability to please the ladies, know what I mean?

Life

Is Your Baby Gay?

I’ve been silent for a while. No reason, just been a little busy. And no really good license plates lately. Though DEBS TRK (a Ford F350 supersized pickup) had a funny sticker, words surrounding a giant Ford logo: Bad ass ladies don’t drive Mercedes. She had another sticker of a cowboy on a horse (maybe a cowgirl with mannish hair) next to a bull. No lie, it kind of looked like the horse was mounting the bull. I think it was an optical illusion, but it did kind of look like Deb was riding a horse trying to ride a bull. Hee hee. Go Deb.

Which brings me to my next point. Is your baby gay? If this concerns you (which it should, right?) then you can drop everything and for only $19.99, get the definitive answer from Is My Baby Gay .com. I’m not linking to it because I spent a minute and a half on the site and these donkey fuckers do not appear to be kidding. See, you make your kid lick a piece of paper (not just any paper, you have to print a page from their site and press your infant’s tongue to a circle – don’t salivate outside the circle), mail the paper to these bags of shit and they will somehow use the magic of science (or perhaps some sort of Divine Communication – they don’t really say) to tell you if your kid is gay or not. Even better, there’s a 150% refund if they’re wrong!

Somebody shoot me in the head. This is worse than prime time Bingo – and that’s saying a hell of a lot. How sick is this. First, who is the warped ass who came up with this idea. Second, who are the completely fucked parents who are mailing this crap in with their $20. And don’t scoff, you know people are doing it. This kind of nonsense really does make me ill, though. Maybe I’m missing something, but I don’t think it’s a joke. I mean, at first I thought it was really funny. Then I realized they’re not kidding. At least I don’t think they’re kidding. Oh man, please let them be kidding.

Here’s what we need to do. We need to all send in saliva samples, maybe a few blank sheets just to test their system too. Or better yet, get your dog to lick it – but don’t let him or her lick outside the circle. You may end up with an inconclusive result. Then, everyone who gets a negative needs to file a claim in a few weeks.

Dear shitbags! You sed my kid was not gay but you were rong. He refuses to particimpat in jim class and only wants to dance ballay. He sings and has expersed sirius intrest in crochet. Your test was shit and I am very disastified. I want my money back. I sent 20 bucks and I want my 150% back. I will expext 25 bucks in the mail very soon or you will be hereing from my brother who is also a attorney.

Or maybe your daughter expresses too much interest in Tonka trucks and dodgeball. Whatever. We need to take these fuckers out!

Oh please let this be a joke…

[sigh]