Driving into work yesterday, I found myself behind a Dodge Grand Caravan. Now many know the special little antipathy that I save especially for minivans (it's actually not so little, truth be told). But what really saddened me was the vanity plate, which read "MARCSTOY." Now it may be that the person's name was Marc Stoy, but I'm thinking it mean's something else, something that makes me just a little sad.
Really? That's your toy? It's kind of like giving someone a vacuum cleaner and saying, "Have fun!" It's not impossible, but it's definitely not the first association you have with it.
Really? That's your toy? It's kind of like giving someone a vacuum cleaner and saying, "Have fun!" It's not impossible, but it's definitely not the first association you have with it.
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