Tonight on my way home from work I was following a vehicle – one with four wheel drive I might add – that had the vanity plate that said:
IMARNNER
Being the slow-brained person that I am, it took a few moments for me to dechipher.
Ohhhhhhh, “I am a runner,” I realized.
Then I thought, “No one gives a fuck about your paternal lawsuit statuses, fuckface.”
Then I thought, “What a pompous ass!”
Then I thought, “Well, you’re not much of a runner if you need that 4wd, pussy.”
Then I thought, “What would MY vanity plates say to describe me?”
Then I thought, “Hrhmh, nothing all that prestigious or nice.”
Then I thought, “IMPRCRSTN8TR.”
Then I thought, “UGTTACMENAP.”
Then I thought, “IMTIRDOU.”
Then I thought, “URDRVNG2CLS4MYCMFRTSOUDBTTRBCKOFFB4IBRKHRD.”
Then I thought, “Oh, yeah, restrictions on how many characters you can use.”
Then I thought, “MSTRB8, would the license people fall for it?”
Then I thought of you, dear blog readers, and how exposing my feeble mental processes might bring you modest joy on a dull winter night.
Yeah! Some effing runner if he’s in a car. DUH.
Mine would say IH8VNTYPL8Z
“IMTIRDOU.” Yep, that’s you in a nutshell, Poo. Send in the request!
You brought me great joy this winter’s eve, scribe.
My vanity plates would say “TOPLESS” because I drive a convertible except I’m too chicken to drive with that on my plates. Chicken or smart. One of the two.
ICUSPAINKITULGOBLIIND
My plate is SCOPE 65.
Something for you to enjoy:
http://www.acme.com/licensemaker/
The provinces are included.
POOBMR
UGTTACMENAP – Priceless!
Hey! You could do like that proctologist did on Seinfeld and get “ASSMAN” – ha!