It Could Always, Always Be Worse.

Tonight as I drove from one side of town to the other, I got stuck behind a red Chevy Silverado pickup truck with the following bumper sticker: “Four doors for more whores.”

Today I’m grateful that, despite the cavalcade of morons I’ve dated in the past, not a single one has been that misogynistic.

And I’m super-grateful I’m not desperate enough to lower my standards to the kind of man that would have that bumper sticker on his truck.

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