There's a parking lot on my street where one of the sidewalk-facing spots used to be taken by a BMW with vanity plates that said "LOQUITR," as in res ipsa loquitor. It was a frequent target for snowballs from me and my law school buddies. None of us wanted to be one of those people with one of those vanity plates that seek to explain how we got the money to buy the car (my memory returns to the Beamer in my high school's parking lot with "SWAPS" plates).
Since I've been back, "LOQUITR" has not returned to its spot. My guess is that he made partner and moved to the suburbs.
The worst one I've seen is "One 3rd" on the back of a Mercedes.
you laugh at this douche bag now but a few years down the line that will probably be you.
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