This was one of those yard sales with dozens of boxes o’crap on tables in the yard, most with no price. They had I think grandma sitting in the carport taking payment. She had no idea what this little box was, pushed the “Yee Haw” button and cracked up. I lumped it in with all […]
Drive around behind Mount Rushmore, it’s a handy navigational aid. But why are they naked? I found this at a garage sale yesterday, and put it in with the pile of other crap Teresa was toting. I wonder if the outfit that made this did other hilariously tacky plates? Collect them all!