I was on the way home today, and saw a white caddy with a vanity license plate.
It read GRAMA BJ
Of course, most non-sick bastard sorts of folks would read that and say “aww, grandma loves her grandkids!” And that her initials are, I dunno…BJ?
Not me. I read that and immediately thought “eww, I sure don’t want one of THOSE”
Avoid me. Hide the kids. Hell, hide grandma.
I’ll join the club with you. I went to the gutter immediately too.
I dunno… there’s something to be said for the elderly. Remove the dentures…
I thought the DMV police didn’t allow anything remotely dirty, regardless of intent.
That was my second thought.
I lied. My second thought was that someday, maybe not all that long from now, my wife would be a grandma.
If my mother still owned a car she could so have those plates.
She is known by many as BJ. I am sure there are some that do not even know her real first name.
My kids do not call her Grandma BJ though. In fact they only call her grandma.
Only having one grandmother sort of cuts out the need for the added name part.
As noted in another thread, almost every day I see vans for a bricklaying company labelled
B.J. Champion :smack:
It actually seems as if the owner was completely clueless about the unintended meaning (cause, otherwise, why would you).
Another truck I have seen, for an engine reconditioner, proudly proclaims
The best head jobs in town
but these guys knew what they were doing.
Si