When I was 10 or so my parents and I drove up to Maine for a vacation. I spent most of the trip searching for license plates and writing down the ones I saw on one of my dad’s yellow legal pads. Maybe this was my parent’s way of keeping me silent while they discussed the OJ Simpson Trial. Regardless, since this trip I have been slightly infatuated with the idea that every state has its own…je ne sais quoi.
I bet this is a hit in Nebraska, as Beavis and Butthead has just been aired for the first time last month.
You know, moose pie is really just the poor man’s caviar.
Remember when Michelle wants to enter a soap-box derby and Aunt Becky is the only available schmuck to help out? And Michelle is all like, “How can a woman build a car!?” Well Full House, just like all their hidden messages, made me realize, that I, too, can build a race-able outhouse with a non-blood relative.
It’s almost a shame I’m from New Jersey, because I bet I could think of some cruel and unusual things to say about this bunch. Unfortunately I think the one on the right is my cousin’s best friend’s sister’s hairdresser. What?
cornholio:
May 2nd, 2009 at 12:35 pm
didn’t know there was a shirt exploiting my image. i demand dividends!