The epidemic of car-decoration must be stopped.
While dickhead hoons are tattooing Gothic-font nonsense on their back windows ("Skin"? Seriously?), an increasing number of families are touting their reproductive trophies in sickeningly childlike fashion.
I think this example, taken this week in East Maitland, tops the lot:
The vanity plate in breast cancer-pink; the inclusion of a goldfish, for fuck's sake; plus – most tellingly of all – "daddy", on his own, clutching a bottle of what is presumably alcoholic self-medication.
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