Whilst driving with my 13-year-old daughter…
Caolinn: “Uggggghhhhh, what a d-word!”
Me: “Whoa, there…which d-word, the 4-letter or the 6?”
Caolinn: “I’m not even sure! Probably both?”
At this point, she points out a sky-high, lifted, red pickup, to our left. Across the back window, is a huge memorial decal, “In Loving Memory Of My Brother”, and then on the tailgate, in 8″ high letters, there is one that declares that the driver is a “VAGITARIAN”.
Caolinn: “I’m not even sure I know what that means, and I know it’s disgusting.”
Me: “Yeah, you’re right…he’s both d-words.”
Additionally, and I can’t say this to her for another 8 years AT LEAST…I suspect if he’s a dedicated Vagitarian, that he’s starving to death.