This one stopped me in my tracks. I would imagine that paint job has to be custom, right? I mean I can’t believe there is a market for hot pink jeeps, unless of course we are living in Barbieland. It really does look like her dream jeep, doesn’t it?
What confused me was the plate… F8S BOYZ? Fate’s Boys? Maybe in the West Village, but not in the Staples in Manhasset!
Floral peace sign on a hot pink jeep? I am dying to know the story behind this baby!
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Seriously?!
I mean SERIOUSLY ‘dude’, you can’t possibly think driving around in a BMW with a HONEY DO license plate and a De-Fender bumper condom makes you cool, can you?
I wanted to wait till this guy got back in his car to see if he was wearing an ‘I am a Douche’ t-shirt. (sorry, that was probably uncalled for).
I just can’t help myself but rant when I see something like this. Guy goes to college, gets a good job, meets a nice girl, moves out to the suburbs, maybe has a kid or two and a house and a yard and the next thing he knows he trades in his I was once a fairly decent guy aura and becomes a suburbot (ooo, i sense another Urban Dictionary submission here).
For those unfamiliar with the term Huney Do – meaning those who either live under a rock, never saw a slice of life TV show or that stupid commercial (that I think is for Lowes) – Honey Do refers to the list of chores that a wife gives her husband.
Honestly, the word ‘chores’ reminds me of a 1950s sitcom.
Once, just once, I would like to hear one of these guys say…. Do it yourself, bitch. (ok, now I am totally out of control).
Not one to be into household gender roles all that much, this just makes me want to throw up in my mouth a little bit. There are a few things Gary likes to do around the house… leaf blowing and power washing. (see a pattern). They make him happy.(again, see a pattern). He will even throw in putting away lawn furniture, taking out the garbage and emptying the dishwasher. He is really easy to live with, I don’t have to make a list and when I am lucky he doesn’t call me bitch. (to my face, anyway) Although when I get a little out of control he has called me a crazy old hag – but I sort of deserved it.
Wait, I forgot I was writing about the license plate. So, now that I have finished this rant it occurs to me that this person probably lives in my town because he was parked fairly deep in the zip code and we are not a drive through sort of town. So? Any of you Pdubbsters out there know whose car it is?
Yikes.
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Every once in awhile I come across a license plate that makes me wonder what kind of person would actually choose to have that on their car.
This is one of them. ROTNKID. So pal, your whole life your parents told you that you were a rotten kid so you decided you might as well let everyone else know it. Will it give you an automatic excuse for being a dick on the road?
Can you imagine someone coming to pick you up on a date with this plate? Or worse, one of your kids.
Now if this were a modern age parental plate it would say ROTNBEHAVIOR, because everyone knows you don’t tell your kid they are rotten. That would scar them for life. And maybe cause them to emblazon it on their license plate when they grow up.
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Haven’t posted a good license plate in awhile. This one popped up today while I was driving with my parents. My dad was very into helping me capture it and drove up nice and close. I love a family that supports my absurdities.
The best part is the bird dropping just below the wiper.
ITZMURDA. So what do you think this means? Do we have a gangsta on our hands? Or is this commentary on the daily grind?
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I haven’t posted these in a while but the file keeps growing so I thought I would do a round up of my faves. This time around I am going to speculate what type of person drives each car.
Ask Why. How can you not love the person that drives this car? Is it a teacher? A philosopher? Or perhaps a spiritual leader. Or maybe it is just a 5 year old. You would get that if you ever lived with a 5 year old. Seriously, I want to meet the person that drives this car.
Have you figured this one out yet?
1OFDTOYS= ONE OF THE TOYS.
Just as I asked how can you not love the person who drives the first car, I ask you, how can you not loathe the person that drives this one? I am thinking there is an open shirt, hairy chest and a thick gold chain involved. And most certainly a cigar.
HOO OUI? Isn’t that supposed to be Hooey? My guess is that a red neck french person drives this car.
If you are not from New York you probably won’t get this one. First what it says and second how ridiculous it is that they have a Mets license plate.
DABRNX = Da Bronx, which is a goof on how people from the Bronx speak. But everyone knows that if you are from ‘Da Bronx’ you should be a Yankee fan, not Mets. And chances are if you still live in Da Bronx with those plates you are susceptible to getting your car keyed or your tires slashed.
Me too! I just like this person because they design and are happy enough about it (in this market) to put it on their plates. Do what you love, love what you do. Or as my friend Lynn says, find something you love to do and then find someone to bill for it.
That should do it for this round. Hope you enjoyed them.
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Another chapter in the life of ‘follow that car!’
We were behind Mr. Iko Iko from Connecticut on the way out of the Midtown Tunnel on the Manhattan side. Luckily we stopped at a red light as we made a left towards the FDR.
Both Gary and I felt that this was the license plate we were most jealous of so far. To the point where we considered seeing if it is available in New York.
Of course everyone knows it would be way cooler if it were from Louisiana. But what is the shot it is available there?
Oh, to always have a charged camera. I would have been really cranky if I missed this one.
Talkin’ ’bout, hey now, hey now…
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The Lone Ranger would have been disappointed in this misspelled license plate.
For those younguns out there who are not familiar with The Lone Ranger, his trusty sidekick Tonto used to greet him with the expression ‘Kimosabe’ meaning faithful friend.
Being that this is a made up word, I suppose the made up spelling error is probably not such a great offense.
And yes, it was a long day and I really had nothing else to right about.
Happy weekend everyone.
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Aren’t we all?!
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A big thank you to Susan who not only went back into a parking lot to get this shot but also came up with that great post title.
Her theories on this:
1. I shlep therefore I am
2. I am an Ivy League Shelper
3. I shlep to pay all this tuition
Here are my thoughts, I shlep from one school to the other getting window decals but all my kids are drop outs. Seriously, University of Pennsylvania, Cornell, Wharton, Mount Sinai Medical and Harvard Law? In one family? And the parents are driving an old beat up woodie station wagon? What is the shot?
Then again, you never know. I know a couple of families that bred some super kids with these types of credentials. And hey, you have to give them credit for going to motor vehicles with this request.
What ma’am? You want a plate that says I Sheep? No, that is shlep. Shlep? What the hell? Yes, and make sure there is a space between the I and the Shlep.
This is not my first shlep post, if you have been a long time reader you will remember shop shlep repeat.
That makes me ‘what Grammy Hall would call a real jew‘
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Danny and I were behind this car the other day and could not agree on what it meant.
I think it meant Girls 24/7, perhaps with a pimp driving. Or maybe a Tiger Woods type.
But Danny? He thought it meant Girls 2,4 and 7. As if this was a mom’s car and she had three daughters that were 2, 4 and 7.
Now, does anyone else find it concerning that the mom thinks pimpmobile and the 17-year-old boy thinks mom-mobile?
I will put this out to the crowd. Please vote on this and help end the discussion.
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i could cry but i don't have time 