“My tits are real, and so is my penis”
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I got my first car when I was 16. A 1984 Toyota Tercel hatchback, much like the one picture. (That’s not actually my car, but it was the same model and a similar ugly beige.) I inherited it from my grandma, who was moving into an assisted-living community and would no longer be driving. Because this car was obviously never going to have a huge resale value – the speedometer went to a max of 85 and it wasn’t in amazing condition – my parents basically said I could do what I wanted with it.
I didn’t have the technical or mechanical know-how to do anything really exciting, but I did have a penchant for bumper stickers.
Lots of bumper stickers.
By the time the car was put out to pasture, two years later with a bum transmission, the bumper stickers covered the entire back of the car, around the sides, and a little bit of the two side doors. It was great. People at school recognized my car. I’ve still, years later, bumped into people who said, “Oh, you had that great car with the bumper stickers!” It made me happy to have such silly things on a car; to personalize it in a way that was uniquely “mine.”
I’ve realized I’m never going to need to sell my current car either (also a hand-me-down) and recently started doing the same thing. It’s a 1998 Toyota Corolla, and I have most of the bumper covered in stickers, with more starting to creep onto the trunk. It’s a simple pleasure, but it makes me happy seeing them and getting into a car that I know has no duplicate. Whenever I travel, or see interesting/political/funny bumper stickers in Chicago, I’ll pick one up. Its a pretty cheap thrill, usually $2 or less, and the next time I drive I can slap it on a bit of free space.
Which brings me to the title of this post, a bumper sticker which says, “My tits are real, and so is my penis.”
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