On the way in to work this morning I was behind a woman driving a car that had this frame around it’s plates:
proud of every percent
Why on earth would you advertize that you’re proud to be a bitch? What’s wrong with being nice?
The more I think about it, the more I realize a) if she thinks that way, she’s probably got high stress levels and will die earlier than I will (knock on wood) and b) might be married to Guy on Lunch…
In other news this is my new favorite tee