Our family drove to Missouri for the holiday today. On the highway we overtook a car with a bumper sticker that said:
Men are idiots. And I married their king.
“I bet she’s real easy to live with,” my wife said. “Not like me. Then again, I’m not married to the King of Idiots.”
“Well, no,” I said, “but I am 27th in the line of succession.”
“Well that’s really something,” she said, brightly. “I bet some of those guys ahead of you have got to be pretty old, so you could be moving up if they die, say from natural causes.”
“Or if their wives throttle them,” I said.
“Sounds pretty natural to me,” she said.
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I love bumper stickers. They tell you a lot about the person behind the wheel. I saw one in a St. Paul parking ramp. As I read I thought, “Now that’s a persone with vision”. The bumper sticker read: “Stop Continental Drift!”
TJ…That Floridian French Cajon stuff is start’n to show up in yer write-ins again, I’ll tell you what. LIVE-BREATHE-DIE NASCAR! # 97 RULES!
From a Yankee type persone.