While out today on "Mission: Last Minute Cupid," I saw a vanity plate that I couldn't quite decipher. I decided that the person was either a rodeo clown or did animal husbandry for a dairy farm...
Here in Montana, there seem to be an inordinate amount of vanity plates. Assigning a story to each of them makes for an enjoyable pastime, especially while waiting at train crossings.
A word of advice though, (also from an example found in town) if you are going to get a vanity plate, have a friend look it over for you, just in case.
DNA = do not abbreviate
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