Old Crabby's Complaints

I am sick of a whole lot of things. This is where I complain and complain and complain - BUT better, I offer you the chance to complain with me! Let's tell the world what we're sick of!

Sunday, April 23, 2006

absence & custom jobs

so i gotta apologize for taking so long to get back to this thing. it's funny that i wanted to complain everyday, but it can take a lot out of you when you're trying to find something. anyway, i want to get back to my complaints, because i think it only makes me feel better. i know that's surprising to hear, but my family thinks i'm less crabby when i'm writting about the stuff that bothers me.

i don't know if i like that idea yet or not, but i'm going to keep complaining because that's what i do.

the latest thing to bug me is customized license plates. what the hell is the point of doing it today really? everybody that has one usually puts something that sheds light on their below average intelligence anyway.

some people put their name. hello! do you want everyone in town to know that you were the jackass that cut them off? do you want cops to zero in on reading something on your ass when deciding to pull you over at random? gimme a break.

some people put their dog's name on it, or some other pet. that's cute. that's also retarded. you want to drive around with the word "spike", "rex", "muffy", "ringo" or something on your car? it's ridiculous.

most people though try to be clever and come up with some sort of unique phrasing. X L ENT or SOCOOL or IMB4U. we get it, you're clever. i'll be honest, it makes me less likely to bump you while parking behind you, but more likely to spit in your car if its a convertible.