The other morning, on the way in to work, I got cut off by a car with one of those ribbon stickers on the back. Usually it’s a yellow ribbon, with “support our troops” on it, or a pink breast cancer ribbon. This time, it was a blue ribbon.
After he cut me off and I slammed on my brakes, I was able to read the ribbon.
It said “support my balls.”
I laughed so hard that I stopped being angry. Well played, douchebag.