OMAGAH.
Yesterday, the Absurdly Delicious and Crazytown planets aligned to create the convergence of TWO, count ‘em, TWO crazy car encounters. Both during lunch.
First came as I was walking out of the office. Guy in parking lot. Pucca Shell necklace. 80s blow dried mullet. Getting into an over-sized red pickup with the license plate Get Wild.
O.MA.GAH.
I frantically fumbled for my camera phone, but by the time I got it together, the moment had passed and Magnum was gone.
The next moment came as I was sitting in the Taco John’s drive thru. THIS pulled up and parked.
Slow on the draw again, I missed the driver getting out of the car.
Allow me to paint a visual.
Larry the Cable Guy. Not the real one, but close enough.
OMAGAH.
It’s a sign. The world, she is AWESOME.
LOL… you certainly are easily entertained aren’t you? seriously, i *love* the people watching and i get all “WTF?!” when i see certain unusual types too. easily entertained, indeed.
bummed you missed mullet-man though…
How awesome for you to get such a lovely gift from the universe. In my hometown, the annual “best personalized plates” award went to one person over and over in the ’90s: the recently-divorced female driver of a red Mercedes convertible with the tags: WAS HIS. Every time I saw that car parked at the mall, I used to giggle.
Actually, Her Maj joined the service in WWII and was trained to be a driver. Here you may see Second Subaltern Liz Windsor changing a tire.
Or a tyre, I suppose.
Now that you mention it, I DO remember learning that somewhere – thanks! Love the photo.
How funny ! I am just glad that even though you were unable to snap the shot you provided us with visuals. Hot sexy indeed!
There is a lawn service truck in a neighboring county with the tags CUTN14U ! I laugh EVERY time I see it:)
Bahahaha — I LOVE that!
You have all the luck;)
Must have camera ready at all times !!
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In our little town we have a soccer mom who drives a suburban with a sticker that says “Fuel Slut” Gotta remember to get a picture.
Turnin’ tricks at the gas pump. Schweet.
You’ve got to check out mulletjunkie.com. So. Hilarious. Be warned: you might become a mullet hunter yourself.
AAAAAAAHHHHHH! I went to the site and it was like a train wreck — I could NOT look away! I seriously am now a mullet hunter.
Oh my god, the lips. That’s too funny. You know he was driving his girlfriends car without an ounce of shame. Imagine what SHE looked like.
I tried to snap a picture of a license plate the other day, except I was driving at the time and using my phone. I’m pretty sure that violates our new cell phone law here in the golden state. And, I can’t even remember what it said now.
Sorry for the incredibly lame anecdote.
I totally would have taken pictures too. AWESOME-NESS
When all those mullet wearers grow old and bald the mullets become fiercely, defiantly long, at which point they are called SKULLETS.