Driving to work this morning, I passed a Ford pickup, driven by an older man with a receding hairline and a beautiful border collie in the passenger seat. Normally, that would have been enought to put a smile on my face, but there was something else. It’s very unscientific, but I’d have to say here in Maryland, about 3/4 of the pickup-driving crowd sport a big fat “W” sticker somewhere on their truck, something I find it hard to understand. So it was with great humor I noticed the bumper sticker on the back of this particular truck:
DRUNK FRATBOY DRIVES
COUNTRY INTO DITCH
Thanks for that, Pickup Truck Man.