So yesterday, Helena and I were in town with Lydia and a couple of Lydia’s friends. We had parked the car and were on our way to the mall, when Helena said to me, “Oh my god, read what it says on the back of that pickup!”
“Where?” I asked, looking around and expecting to see a tasteless bumper sticker or some anti-American silliness or something.
What I saw went far beyond tasteless:
And neither do goats!
🙂
Too bad you rubbed the license plate out… 😉
/Olof
Are you sure it wasn’t in redneck-ville in the US?!
It was very much in Sweden, right in downtown SkellefteÃ¥. Even though the license plate is blurred, you can tell it’s a European plate (btw, I did consider checking out the owner, but in the end I couldn’t be bothered).