This morning, I got hammered with a $20 ticket for expired tags, so I renewed them online this morning. Since the stickers take a few days to go through the mail, they tell you to flash the renewal confirmation email to a cop. Well, since I won’t be with my car 24/7, I decided to duct-tape a copy of the email (below) to my bumper in case any candy-ass meter maids decide to hit me off again. Hopefully they can read. I may draw a big double arrow in sharpie between the email and my license plate.




You see, inside of Kelly’s head and throughout her body lives a man. A man named “Keelin”. While I can’t understand why anyone would choose the name “Keelin” to represent their transexual male side, I can understand wanting to kill myself for living in Colorado.
With no abortion, pr0n, or birth control, this Catholic bastion will be like Ireland in the 1800’s: overcrowded and dumb. The cult compound-like town will be built around Ave Maria University, which was founded sometime between now and when your parents got their first car. Good stuff.
