Out on the streets, that’s where we’ll meet…
Certified Rants| No Comments »Lunch time is very important to one of my, stature, and as such I often find myself traveling to find tasty things to eat. Now in the olden days I would be considered part of the wandering hordes pillaging and taking what I needed to survive, but we are much more civil now and I have my own pretty polly to pay for the foodstuffs I must consume to survive. Although, I do so miss the days of pillaging, watching the helpless villagers fleeing in the light of there burning homes.
I digress, this is not a conversation about lunch or even what is best in life merely a car spotted while at the local pub. A glorious black chariot brimming with lovely signs and information. Truly beautiful words such as:
Yes, my tits are real, so is my penis.
and
Please Jesus, Protect me From Your Followers
Ah, but my dear readers you may be wondering why? Why have these bumper stickers captured your humble DJ so? Wonder no longer my faithful I shall illuminate this in but moments. Forgive me this indulgence as I allow suspense to build for those who have not already read ahead and seen the words that tie these wise gems together. Emboldened on of chariot the crowning jewel, their license plate:
Served Proudly, Retired Veteran, Army
Sometimes I love my job.


If you’re out there Proud Vet, we salute you!


