License Plate Madness

Awhile back, OCG came up to my neck of the wood for some shoppin' and coffee. In the mall parking lot, we walked pass this obnoxious looking truck. A quick glance at the license plate beckoned a closer examination.

Me: "What does that say?"
OCG: "Ummm, Faker Force?"
Me: "Hmmm... OMG! *expletive expletive expletive*!!!"
OCG: "WHAAAA?! No way!!"
Me: "What else can it be? I'm trying very hard to come up with something not dirty."

I told the story of seeing that license plate for days after.

So yesterday, Artsy Gal and I went to Home Depot and picked up a few cheap paint brushes. As she was getting back into my car...

Artsy Gal: "OMG!! It's *expletive expletive expletive*!!!"
Me: looked at what she's pointing at "I don't believe it!! We have to take a picture!!!"

We both got out of the car and proceeded to take several pictures. Not a thought in our heads that the owner could be right around us. Shamelessly, we snapped away, giggling. No, the owner didn't show up, but I present to you the evidence:

I know. You're so jealous of this monster beast of a truck. How do you get into it?? A ladder must come down when you open the door? Wait for the close up... Ready??

Use your cleanest imagination and tell me what you think it says?

Now, if this plate was on a Volvo Station Wagon, I would think I'm the dirty birdy with my mind in the gutter, but the truck matches perfectly with the message of the plate, no?

In hindsight, we probably should have waited for the owner. It would have been very interesting to see what he looked like. (No, I 100% don't think it's a girl's truck.) Oh well, I'm sure I'll see this piece of artwork again around town.

Until then, this was too good not to share!