Somedays we'll not see car graffiti for hours and enjoy it, kind of like spending a day in Napa after growing up in A shining testament to diarrhea of the mouth in sticker form, we wonder whether the martini glass might get the lights flashing send the wrong message to those heading to or from CHM (wherever that is).
We are also entertained by the gumption of including the yellow ribbon that signifies something (what we don't know, or care): it reminds us of the raging quakes of nonsense who spout off incessantly and then become deathly serious and philosophical when inebriated.
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