(... nor, indeed, very much sense at all ...)
The bumper sticker: GUNS SAVE LIVES.
The license plate: DE5TROY.
Good lord, dude.
***
Spotted one minute later? The white car with the ichthys on one side of the plate and the BREW THROUGH sticker on the other. With the School of Leadership Studies sticker bringing up the bottom.
It is to sigh.
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The second bumper-message congomeration is entirely intern ally consistent. You know this, having grown up in the WestEnd.
Well, but I wouldn't have when I was growing up there. I never HEARD of such a thing as a drive through liquor store before I went to the midwest for college. Where there were THREE different "ages" (when you're eighteen, you know what the definition of an "age" is: the drinking age): eighteen to get in a bar, nineteen for beer and wine, and twenty-one for hard liquor. Shoot, being friends with the people who ran the place, I was working checking IDs at the door before I had even hit the second "age" ... !!
Then again, as much as I marveled at drive-throughs (which again had only one relevant definition), the people THERE marveled that my high school had a smoking area.
Marlboro country. New meanings avaiable for "fresh country air" too.
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