Feb 192015
 

Christmas ended and 2015 started.  And since then, Old Man Winter’s just been a-kickin’ us in our collective groin.  Not fun.  Not fun at all.  No siree Bob.  This sucks.  And I can feel the ol’ Space Madness Cabin Fever mounting.  I need a safety valve.  And so do you, I bet.  So, in the spirit of not losing it just yet, here’s silliness rolling around on the back o’ people’s cars around the South Central of PA.  Here are some vanity plates:

 

The Obvious, it is in front of us.

Better than a Plague Doctor, I guess. Your grasp of the obvious must make for a charming bedside manner.

 

Why are you beaming?  Is it because you think your plate witty?  Are you even trying?

Why are you beaming? Is it because you think your plate witty? Are you even trying?

 

It's a mystery, this plate.

What, is this the last thing Gina Davis said in an alternate ending to that one Cronenberg film? Or, oh Hell, I dunno. That’s all I got.

 

I hope these helped.  Winter is still a bastard though, and well, Cork St. Clair expresses my feelings about bastard people better than anyone:

 

 

You tell ’em Corky!

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