The things in my head go 'round and 'round

driving down the road.  Minding my own business. And then this appears:

Attached to the trailer hitch on the truck that is ahead of me.  And to make it even better.
When you step on your brakes.  The deer waves its front legs at you, and the bullseye on its belly lights up.

Isn’t that just the most white trash thing that you have ever seen?

Well how about this:

Step on your brakes and it flops like a fish out of water.  Reminds me of Southwestern Michigan and all of the bubbas that live there.  The only thing missing in the truck that had the deer on it was a rifle rack in the window, and a can of PBR rolling around in the bed.  Pabst Blue Ribbon for those of you who are not in the know about that.

Growing up in the farm belt, or the fruit belt, of Michigan was full of those kind of pleasures.   Where you could go into any local bar and find PBR on tap.  Yummy.  Sort of like Old Milwaukee on tap.  Which you could also find in most places.

I think that I just threw up a little in my mouth remembering.

Namaste.

Am I the only one out there that thinks Ann Coulter is a stupid bitch?  Every time I see her smug, smirking face on television it is like driving by a car accident.  I know that I don’t want to look, but I just have to.  You just know that the bile that she spews is going to make you pissed off, but the compulsion is way too strong.

Ignorant wench.

No Namaste here.  I don’t want my spirit soiled by association.