It is humiliatingly safe to say that we have never been described as tough or physically intimidating. In primary school it would have paid dividends to have been less scrawny and whitebread or to wear a leather jacket and boots, like Kenickie.
Even when we attempted to project a psycho-wild vibe that said "I'll bury your children alive," nobody took us seriously. Fifty-seven pounds soaking wet in the fifth grade will do that for you. At least we could run like the wind.
If you post this bumper decor on your vehicle is it also mandatory that you splash mud on the side? We can all agree that the flaming skull would only be "flaming" if this driver avoids off-roading.
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