Brace your delicate selves for another license plate post. This shit never gets old to me.
Isn't it funny how similarities can demonstrate a total absence of creativity?
For what it's worth, all these Hawaii-themed cars were driven by the most high-maintenance-looking women you can imagine. You love Hawaii? What a fucking revelation about a tropical paradise:
I got a speeding ticket back in 2008. Just as I looked down and realized I was going over TWENTY miles over the speed limit, I saw blue lights behind me. Yeah, I got a ticket, but for going TEN miles over (he could've sent me to jail)...AND--more importantly--he put my weight as ten pounds less than it actually is on the ticket--HUZZAH! And I have generic license plates. Lesson: Stupid fucking vanity plates impair your ability to pull the "lil ol' me???" act. I would've been slapped with the butt of a revolver faster than you can say "police brutality" if I'd been driving these:
Scratch that. THESE will get you ticketed faster than you can say, "Problem, officer?"
Never date these women. They imagine themselves to be creatures of distinction and entitlement, and no amount of evidence to the contrary will convince them otherwise:
Also on the "DO NOT DATE" list?
There's more where this came from, but I can only suffer fools for so long. Enjoy, kittens!
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