Allow me to present another installment in the never-ending saga of my ability to be stymied by the unusual vanity plate choices of my fellow Angelenos. Spied on a Mustang by the Hollywood Bowl:
Are you the heir to a vast ice milk fortune? Is it an ironic Top Gun Val Kilmer reference? Or is it a sort of fratty nickname thing? "Hey, it's Ice Milk!" "Ice Milk IN DA HOUUUUSE!" If that's the case, what what a stupid fucking nickname. Do you really want to advertise that someone saw fit to bestow you with the sobriquet of a frozen dessert with less than 10 percent milkfat and the same sweetener content as ice cream, although priced lower and typically sold as a generic product?
Let's take a look at some vanity plates that are acceptable:
Civic pride. Can't beat it.
Vulgar, but amusing. You know those Minnesotans.
This is funny, although a strange predilection to share so openly, and presumably awkward at times. Do you drive your grandmother to dinner in that car?
Self-deprecation. I like it. This of course wins the trifecta, as this person has chosen an amusing, coherent message to display AND gone out of the way to explain it for all the stupids on the road. Plus it's a Volvo.
So, Ice Milk, as I told this person and this person, you should take the advice of a good citizen of Washington State, and do this:
Best Regards,
Dear Crabby
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