This was a bumper sticker on the back of my van during the early nineties. I loved it! Old blue color democrats would speed up next to me and flip me off. And, of course I roared with laughter. Then there was a favorite vendor and stanch democrat, that I loved antagonizing. I would back my van up to his warehouse door to pickup product. The bumper sticker pasted to my back window right at eye level. He could hardly stand it but what could he do? I was a paying customer. I would egg him on and he just had to take it. Yeah, I know it was my depraved evil nature at work again. But it sure was fun. Why are naughty things so much fun?
Then there was the motorcycle cop who wanted to know where I got my bumper sticker. I wasn’t sure if he hated me or envied me. Either way my bumper sticker was not a sitting on the fence slogan.
After many laughs and worries of gun toting wackos, my bumper sticker disappeared one day. I figured it was a liberal who was afraid of dogs but several months later I found out it was my wife who thought my juvenile behavior needed curbing. There she was doing her job, regulating again. D’OH!
You now have another peek into my evil soul. Just so you know I joined TA (Teasing Anonymous) and worked the 12 steps – “Hi my name is Grayquill and I am a teaseoholic.”