Aware Yet?

Human minds can hold only so much: some say we only use 10% of our brains. From personal experience, we're certain that less usage is inordinately possible.

We thought that tailgate magnets were cause-worthy. However, we're not convinced that any cause is well served by such unclear messaging. What, then, awareness are you spreading?

Must be a State of Mind

Imagine that there was something which you hearted so admired that you felt compelled to buy a sticker declaring the same in order to wear it around on your forehead. Would your sentiments be adequately captured using the ever descriptive phrase "really like," as in "I really like fluoride at the dentist " or "I really like Ballantine's Ale?" Remember, this is affixed to your head.

If you can't make it out, our pic brags "I really like NJ." Really? NY gets hearted and this is all you have? Perhaps that state's reputation fits, even for those who feel warm and fuzzy for it.

Coll It What It Is

Some joker once said that a photo is worth 1,000 words. Some bumper decor is worth a cool $2.95. Actually, it is probably worth around five cents; some schnooks people are just willing to spend 60 times more than it costs to make it, with tax.

Then you have the "special" cases who feel two absurd heart-warming stickers don't fully communicate their identity. What identity is that? Why, the identity of man's best friend of course!

T is for Turkey

Perhaps this T is for Texas or Tucson? It must be for Turks and Caicos or Taiwan, Tanzania, Thailand, Tajikistan or even Togo. No? Got lost in Tempe or Tulsa?

No indeed! This tag, which one must assume should mean something, may in fact stand for something but we don't care enough to Google it it must be pop top secret.

You might immediately guess Tatum O'Neal or her evil stepsister Channing Tatum. But we like to think that this turkey is a gamer.

Jackpot!

Somedays we'll not see car graffiti for hours and enjoy it, kind of like spending a day in Napa after growing up in Watts  the Bronx the cement jungle. Inevitably we pull up behind a car like this which, though in good shape, appears to be a junker -- hey y'all.

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.