On the way to work this morning, I pulled up to a traffic light behind one of these behemoth pickup trucks. I mean, Gracie's a full-size F-150, but you know the ones I mean... the ones that dwarf even full-size trucks. Well this morning, I rode Greta, which is considerably smaller than Gracie. Shoot, Greta's considerably smaller than a Yugo.

So anyway, I'm behind this big truck. And dangling and swaying in the breeze from the trailer hitch were a pair of rubber testicles similar to these. Now, I've never been all that impressed with the Truck Nutz, but these were different. The ones I linked to, you can tell what they're supposed to be, but they're not all that realistic. The ones I saw? The detail was unsettling. I felt like I was about to get teabagged by a giant.

But the best part? The oh-so-awesome part that made me wish the light hadn't been about to change, so I could get my phone out and take a picture? The license plate, right above these magnificent and terrifying rubber nads read: LICKUM.

But no shit: I was sitting outside work today, and this nice looking blue car drove by with homemade signs on the sides and rear of the vehicle that said:

STOP THE MIND READING

I couldn't be sure, but my memory tells me the woman driving the car looked something like this:

Happy Birthday Noah!!