Whatever

Mischka

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A car in front of me today sported a large bumper sticker with the single word, "Whatever." It struck me - didn't the very act of afixing this bumper sticker contradict the intended message?
 
No kidding! He obviously felt strongly enough to put the bumper sticker on, right? So he's obviously not as apathetic as he puts on.

Poseur.
 
The ones I hate are of Calvin pissing on everything. Pissing on Ford, pissing on Chevy, pissing on the Pope. Usually found on the back of large four-wheel-drive trucks driven by dudes with pussy mullets.

I keep a pellet gun in my truck now.
 
Problem Child said:
The ones I hate are of Calvin pissing on everything. Pissing on Ford, pissing on Chevy, pissing on the Pope.
Yes! Those are the worst. I'm sure the veins on Bill Waterson's forehead bug out every time he sees one of those stupid stickers.
 
lavender said:
Bumper stickers exacerbate my road rage! I hate them, all of them.
You've never said anything about my Longhorn before. :(

And I like some bumper stickers. I'm trying to find a replacement sticker for Mr. Mischka's Jeep (it fell off on the drive to Texas):

Give Blood. Play Hockey.
 
lavender, the baby on boards stickers have a purpose.
They're there so if there's an accident the police, fire department, or ambulance knows there's a baby. Infants are so small they're easy to not see when you have to adults with massive head injuries in the front seat.
 
lavender said:
I think I say more expletives during rush hour traffic than the rest of the week. It's the one time I truly lose my cool.
Try listening to Dr. Demento songs. It'll keep your mind in a happy place. :D
 
Re: Lavy

Problem Child said:
Shyah! You're from Texas, ain't ya?
That reminds me. Lavy will just love where Mr. Mischka went during his lunch hour. A shooting range.
 
Re: Re: Lavy

Mischka said:
That reminds me. Lavy will just love where Mr. Mischka went during his lunch hour. A shooting range.
Damnit. I thought this would provoke her. There's no way I'm getting to 900 tonight at this pace. Oh, well. Off to bed with me. Hard labor all day tomorrow at the tiger refuge. Night all.
 
Shyah! is that sound that Wayne used to make on Wayne's World.

As in: "Shyah! Like I MIGHT ever let you get anywhere my butt, Garth!"

Sort of a combination of sure and yeah or yah.

Clear?
 
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