The following is an expanded version of my bumper sticker joke from my stand-up routine. Scroll down if you want to see it, I posted it a couple months ago. I don’t know if I’ll ever get a chance to do this whole routine on stage, so I want to share it. That and I’m already 3 days behind on my weekly post and I don’t have anything else prepared. My planned piece is still in progress, I hope to have it done by my next regular posting time. Feedback on the jokes is always appreciated.
“I used to drive all the time for work. I still do. *beat* I actually love driving because I have ADHD and I always have to be doing multiple things at once and driving helps because it is the definition of doing multiple things at once. You have your hands on the steering wheel, that’s one activity. Then you actually have your eyes on the road, that’s another activity. Then you have your feet on the pedals, that’s a third activity. For most drivers that’s where it stops I think.
I mean for me you would add, paying attention to speed; paying attention to what lane I’m in; paying attention to the other drivers on the road; using my turn signals appropriately; but I find there’s so many people out there that don’t do these things.
They’re just all over the road, doing whatever they want.
Maybe in their lane.
Maybe in mine.
Maybe they’ll give the shoulder a try, “That rumble strip doesn’t bother me, no, Sir!
I’m already in the left lane doing fifteen over trying to pass a tractor-trailer and they’re riding my ass; go screaming past me as soon as there’s a gap. “I’M DRIVING FASTER THAN YOU!”
Or worse, they’re in the left lane doing the speed limit, just craaaaawling around a slower vehicle while faster traffic just stacks up behind ’em. Usually an elderly person. I always imagine them going, “Beep, buh-beep, buh-beep-beep-beep, I’m-a driving in the fast lane Eustice, look out!”
Young lady in a little black Toyota went flying around me at a light the other day and disappears up the mountain. A couple miles later at the next light, guess who’s right in front of me? Then I see her license plate cover, it says, “Princess,” and I thought, “Where’s Angelina Jolie when I need her to curse this girl with a fiery crash on her 18th birthday!”
You can learn so much about people from the crap they paste all over the back of their cars too; useful tidbits of information delivered in short, perfect packages. Like the guy in pick-up with the NRA window sticker and one on his tailgate that says, “OBAMA: One big ass mistake, America.” You think there’s ever been an Obama voter who saw that and went, “WHAT?! He was?” Then they go whipping their car off the road, hands shaky, eyes wide. “What have I been doing with my life?”
Or the young lady in the huge, beat-up Mercury Grand Marquis with a sticker that says, “I love me some Jeff Gordon,” “Number 18 sucks,” and “You call me bitch like it’s a bad thing,” as if these are things she really wants people to know about her. You think she goes speed-dating and drops down in front of the guy and says, “I love NASCAR, I’ll leave your ass for Jeff Gordon in a heartbeat, that number 18 can suck a dick and I’m a bitch and you just gotta deal with it.” *full impression here* Actually, she probably does.
Then I saw one the other day that got me really excited because it said, “Americans don’t eat horses!” and I thought, “Yes, I can finally sell that line of bumper stickers with totally obvious statements on them!”
You got one that says, “Water turns to ice when it’s cold!”
Or, “Blind people can’t see!”
Or my personal favorite, “This is a car!”
You can have some real fun with that one, maybe put it on a truck, or even, better a motorcycle.
But then I really got to thinking, what is that person trying to say with a bumper sticker that says, “Americans don’t eat horses!” Is that really a major concern for this person; do they believe that Americans do eat horses? I think it’s worse than that; I think someone told them when they were very young that cows were just (retarded) fat, slow horses and they’ve been walking around their whole life mad at Americans for picking on those poor horses that weren’t good enough to get picked for horsey rides.
Or it’s a bumper sticker from the future and we all need to be on the lookout for cheap, lean ground meat at the grocery store.”