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:
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!