The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. ~Erma Bombeck
Monday, August 27, 2007
<--pass suicide-->
The bumper on this guy's van indicated that if you pass him on the right, it's suicide. It must mean HIS suicide because he was doing (what I perceived to be) under the (not necessarily posted) speed limit and I passed him. I would say that if I were going to have such a bumper sticker, I'd feel obligated to follow up on it. I mean you don't see a Ford driver having the decal with the little boy that looks like Calvin peeing on the Ford symbol stuck blatantly to his rear window...
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