It's like . . . OK, sometimes I worry that I've run out of things to talk about on my blog. And then I go to lunch and this guy in a truck cuts me off and after I wave my middle finger at him I notice that he has something odd hanging from his truck:
Do you see the red thing? It's kind of small (that's what she said) so I drew a picture of what it is:
He had balls hanging from his truck. BALLS! HANGING BALLS! Also, Ohio license plates are way fugly.