Thursday, August 14, 2008

Bathroom Monologue: His Plates

The difference in the mindsets of husband and wife were best displayed in his choice of license plates. Bob lived in jubilation with his “EAT ME” plates, cackling any time someone drove by and looked offended. He was a profane man. Alice was a pious woman, and drove this thing to work every day in terror of stopping at a light and having a truck full of cannibals with an “OKAY” license plate pulling up next to her.


  1. Requesting permission to illustrate this monologue some day when I actually have time to draw.

    Anti-spam word: huijeo

  2. Permission granted. The licensing fee will be five euros, which I assume will be the national currency by the point at which you have free time.


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