April 18, 2008


When will the madness end? When will this great nation return to the days when freedom of expression was respected and venerated, when men had the unfettered luxury of dangling fake testicles from the trailer hitch of their vehicle without fear of scorn and repercussion?


I don't believe I want to live in a country where Truck Nutz and Biker Balz are not allowed for public consumption. Especially the illuminated ones, because that, my fellow countrymen, comes down to a public safety issue.

Plus, it would really scale back my Adventures in Traffic photo opportunities.


We've got wood.

Flipped off.

Timing is everything.

Haten and hogs.

Drive-by Twinkie.

Jimi Hendrix Edition.

Sit on it and rotate.

I'm your private antenna dancer.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Welcome to Springfield.

Orange you glad you're not this guy?

Everything's better when it sits on a Ritz.

Patriotic turtles.

Bubba's sidekick.

Goin' mobil.

G'day, mate.

Porn as a windowshade.

Jonathan Livingston Redneck.

Buc off, pal.

Such a dirty mess.

How cheep can you be?

I'm super! Thanks for asking.

Would you like an apple pie with that?

Hearse so good.

Drive fast, take chances.

Riding with Fab the deejay.

Beware of the Death Explorer.

Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right.

My other car is a rocket-propelled grenade.

Live long and prosper. In an Altima.

Just two good ol' boys.

Asshats aplenty.

Nicotine is my crash helmet.

Jazz hands moms.

Ugly lug nuts.

Pretty ballsy.

My honor student can kick your ass.

Garfield mudflaps.

Horse and buddy.

Posted by Jeff at April 18, 2008 07:12 AM | TrackBack
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