Speaking of freedom of expression, or: Neuticles Rvisited

Driving in to work just a few minutes ago, I found myself behind a bigass
black Chevy Silverado pickup truck with bigass knobby tires and a bigass
jacked up suspension. In the lower left corner of the rear window was a
NASCAR sticker. In the lower right corner was a USMC sticker. And,
suspended from the bigass trailer hitch was......wait for it......a small
(or improbably large.....depends on how one looks at it) tan colored sack,
presumably made from a nylon stocking or at least the same material,
containing two spherical objects about the size of golf balls.

Wolfgang
for whom the fact that so MANY people have absolutely NO idea of what they
are saying is a never ending source of amazement and, often enough,
amusement.