From what I could tell, this guy looked like he wasn’t bringing anything back except Big Macs and loose stools…

From what I could tell, this guy looked like he wasn’t bringing anything back except Big Macs and loose stools…

While I totally respect this VPL’s love for shoes, I wouldn’t think twice about dirtying my nicest pair with two roundhouse kicks to his bunghole…
(photo courtest of Yen)

This is the second example of a sexual predator/VPL (first one is here). Crazy thing is, I’m told this car is driven by a lady. For some reason, I’m pretty sure that chicks driving black Corvettes with plates like this are down by the river hunting beaver, not trouser trouts…
(photo courtesy of Charlie)

This lil diva needs big ‘ol kick in the clam…
(photo courtesy of Lia and Paul)

Not sure if this babe want’s everyone to know her name, or that she suffers from narcolepsy. But I am sure that it be great if her cheesiness took a dirt nap…
(photo courtesy of Aaron)

Nothing says “Don’t mess with me” like a vanity plate. I wonder what would happen if this VPL and THIS VPL got into an argument…
(photo courtesy of Aaron)

Maybe, just maybe this one would be okay if Batman ever drove an old vette. But if my memory serves me correctly, he didn’t. Ever. Which leaves absolutely no excuse for this VPL. Unless it was given to him as a gift from a friend or loved one. In which case, this dude needs all new friends and loved ones…

With all these VPLs rolling in from the Big Apple, it really hard for me to tell which city is more infested. Maybe this sexy chef could tell me. Or she just cook herself up a nice pile of I’m-a-loser pancakes…
(photo courtesy of Lia)

This atomic heep looks like a bomb when of in it’s main parking spot and it somehow miraculously survived. It’s unfortunate…
(photo courtesy of Aaron)

If opposites attract, this VPL and THIS VPL need to meet up, real quick-like…
(photo courtesy of Valetster)

At first you’re like “DAMN!!! I WISH I WAS THAT GUY!!”
And then you see the vanity plate and you put your hate aside and you’re like “DAMN, I STILL WISH I WAS THAT GUY!!”
And then you see the driver and you’re like “DAMN, I’M SO GLAD I’M NOT THAT GUY!!”
This is sad…
(photo courtesy of Aaron)

The stars aligned and put me in traffic behind this poor soul. He was on his way into the Electronic Arts complex, and guess what he does there? If you said “slaves in a dark corner with anywhere between 3 and 6 binary-bleeding monitors in front of him, buried in a pile of empty Mountain Dew cans and crumbled up Nacho Cheese Doritos bags, wishing/hoping/praying that his online girlfriend is going to send him the photos of her dressed as Samus Aran,” you’re right…

Not only did this schlong-herder buy a car painted with bananas, she decided it would be super cute to lean into it…

Heeeeeey laaaadies!!!!!…
pardon the quality, the tag reads 5EX MCHN.
(crappy photo courtesy of Charles)

It’s as if this car and driver were punished by God and damned to be laughed at for all eternity. The ace behind the wheel had his jacket hanging in the backseat, his hat on the dash and was proudly sporting his freshly pressed pilot’s shirt. He can be my wingman anytime…

I decided not to take this photo because I had no clue what Plonker meant. Then, I noticed two older dudes with Mercedes shirts and hats on, looking all rich and lonely drinking coffee with each other and figured I should snap it and research. Got to work and found the definition. Super glad I did. It’s defined as:
So, either the nutty old driver has some low hanging fruit down stairs and decided to call himself out on it, or he just likes to share his lady friends. Either way, he loses cause he’s got a vanity plate…

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