Here’s part two of my September post. If you’re just tuning in now, I collect pictures of really strange and funny things I see while I’m on the road for work. It keeps me entertained all day. And man, there are some weirdos out there, or some people who just don’t think when they name shit (or perhaps people who do). Anyway, without further adieu, here we go.
The reason most of my male friends wound up in relationships.
Dammit. I really had a hankering for Truck for breakfast and then you go and ruin my one chance.
Best part about this was, I shit you not, the woman driving this car was in her 80s.
Pretty sure that 80 year old lady was on her way here.
In case you’re turned on by…contact lenses?
On special today: every guy I have ever dated.
City of New Haven, CT. Keeping it classy since 1638.
“Your safety pertaining to the vast dangers of little glass balls with fake snow in them that your grandma collects is our priority; not, like, terrorism. Nobody would commit terrorism! That’s just mean. Sincerely, TSA.”
On the side of a road. Huge painted lizard with mumps rock. Or rocks. Because somebody clearly needs a job.
Should I tell him? Nahhhh! I’ll just snap a picture instead. (I wonder if he’s a plumber?)
I realize “bazaar” and “bizarre” are spelled differently, but they’re pronounced the same. Wouldn’t you want to name your salon something different so when people ask your customers where they got their hair done, they don’t have to say at (what sounds like) “Bizarre Hair and Nails”? Because if it looks bad, you know the response will be, “You sure did.”
Rough and Ready, CA and Intercourse, PA. Real cities I have visited that sound more like fake locations where porno “plots” are supposed to take place.
Series of bumper stickers that prove how much I love New Yorkers. Nobody pretends to like your shit here. I hate pretenses so it suits me well.
I’m sure sooner or later I will accumulate more of these again, so stay tuned.
I laughed out loud when I saw Intercourse, PA. I grew up in York so I know exactly where that place is. Amazing you haven’t been to Blue Ball. Yes, those Amish know how to party. As for the 80 year old pot head, maybe that is why her rear bumper was all jacked up. Just a thought…..funny post!