Bumper Sticker Du Jour
Spotted on an F150, beautifully balancing the ubiquitous 8 sticker:
That bumper sticker got me in the mood for Mr. Walker — Johnny and Jerry Jeff. Join me on the chorus, why don’tcha?
Labels: bumper sticker du jour, O is for the oil he puts on his hair, redneck mothers
posted by Cup @ 9:50 PM
22 comments
22 Comments:
That is very classy. The word beer should not have anything next to it that rhymes.
i never realized that georgia was such a gay state. cool...
btw, great song.
e is for eggs...
Dang it, that sentence should have read "And maybe wash your gloriously curly hair." That's what happens when you have too many margaritas with your man...you lose all sense of proper sentence structure.
ALLISON: Ain't it a classic? The guy who made up that bumper sticker probably doesn't know it rhymed.
M: We be red all the way through! (It is a great song, isn't it?)
JOHNNY YEN: I've heard many a great story about JJW fights. You gotta love him.
MOXIE: PERFECT!!! That's what I want, too. That, and too many margaritas.
too funny!
not a bumper sticker per se, but have you seen trucks with [ahem] a "sack" hanging from below the chromed bumper? they tie in nicely with the #8 stickers (with or without the angel wings.)
sheesh. :)
Wow, that's poetic. Did he have the nudie mud flaps too?
I certainly hope it was a nice BIG pickup truck. You know, to make up for shortcomings elsewhere.
BIG SHOULDERS: Nah, this Southern beauty wasn't sportin' those ... but I've seen plenty of those on trucks. *sigh*
MICHAEL K: That's the song that really came to mind — or Lou Gossett's line from An Officer and a Gentleman — but Jerry Jeff was more appropriate.
COASTER PUNCHMAN: No nudie mud flaps ... dammit.
BARBARA: Very big, very compensating.
Wow, the first thing that comes to mind is a giant pick-up with giant mud tires, about 6 feet lifted off the ground, with flood lights and a front brush guard and also "No Fear" and "Show Me Your T*ts" bumperstickers as well. And probably a Confedrate Flag somewhere too. Am I far off? Me thinks not. I saw a car that had "Papi Chulo Vivan Aqui" written in that white window marker down the street from my house. Though I think that pales in comparrison.
My favorite bumper sticker is: “Careful when passing, driver chews tobacco.” One of my favorite t-shirts is a biker shirt that says, “If you can read this, the bitch fell off.” Ahhhh! Such poetry!
I saw a bumper sticker in NYC once:
"What spreads faster than radiation? Jane Fonda"
It was the Seventies, okay.
bumper stickers like that are enough to make one take public transportation.
what i want to know is if the "deer" part is a substitute for women. i mean, you drive your pickup to the woods, down a case of coors, and find a doe in heat.
That is the definition of a "catch."
-- david
And people are always telling me I'd be married by year-end if I moved down South. I guess not!
Lucky women, if those boys don't need or want them.
Is it meant to be ironic? That reminds me, I just saw that Jeff Foxworthy has his own line of Beef Jerky.
GIFTED TYPIST: Believe me, I didn't feel a moment of loss when I realized he'd rather love a deer than me.
NEW AND USED RECORDS: Sadly, no. And I saw that JF Beef Jerky. If you were Mr. Foxworthy, would you consider that a career zenith or nadir?
I actually clicked and listened to the song, it took me all the way back to TK Hardy's, pitchers of beer and pizza. It was great too because today I had a real a**hole customer come in, just moved here, bitching about people who speak with "twangs" and misprouncing street names like Ponce De Leon, "you know that's really french, right?" what a jerk....
Jerk! "Ponce de Leon" is Spanish, dorkwad.
Doesn't that song take you back to Athens? I never get tired of it ...
that is genius. absolutely mothah fuckin' genius. I am howling. on the floor how-ling. I can see their giant ass cracks from here...
Is it a southern thing? Or a small town thing.
'Cause I'm from a small town in the Midwest, and the pickin's were slim (as they say).
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