Everyone loves bumper stickers.
Admit it - you love it.
Maybe not on your own car - but who doesn't love to judge another person by what they have paid $2.99 to permanently stick to their $30k vehicle? When you see a bumper sticker on someone's car on the highway don't act like you aren't jamming that accelerator and riding their ass to see what they want to tell the world.
"Proud Parent of an Honor Student"
"I Love my Pug"
"Keep Honking I'm Reloading"
We've seen all of these and know what they mean - the driver is crazy - but that's great! At least we know! Obviously one of the above is a little sadistic and scary - but hey - at least they WARNED you. Damn honor student parents.
Sometimes they are even convenient - when I see Calvin peeing on something I know I am in the safe zone. Like it is the official trademark of rednecks and can't be used or copied without written consent from Dale Jr. Or, say, a car has a peace sign - then I know the driver is a hippie and should be beat up immediately.
But nothing prepared me for the bumper sticker I saw this weekend -
Whoa, Dude, creepy.
Maybe it is genius - because there is no way in hell someone is going to try to steal a car owned by a clown. No one wants to be on a clown's bad side. I would rather punch Mr. T in his privates than have a clown as an enemy. Clowns wouldn't even try to hurt you - they would just stand in the corner of your room when you are sleeping so when you wake up you just see that big red hair and clown nose and your entire life would be ruined.
At first I thought I was being irrational and overreacting about the "Got Clowns?" bumper sticker. Then I saw a guy get into his minivan with a "Proud Parent of an Honor Student" bumper sticker on the back - as he drove past the "Got Clowns?" sticker he slowed down, looked over in disgust and spat, "Freak".
Takes one to know one.