Wednesday, March 02, 2005
IHTFP
Once upon a time, I was driving to Maryland with my ex-fiance. We hit Washington, DC about 5-ish in the afternoon. Terrible timing. The interstate was clogged. For a long time, we were behind a car with a personalized plate that read "IHTFP."
We tried to figure out what on earth "IHTFP" could mean. "I heart tasty flambed pork," etc. We couldn't come up with anything plausible.
Then suddenly J exclaimed, "I hate this fucking place!"
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Once upon a time, I was driving to Maryland with my ex-fiance. We hit Washington, DC about 5-ish in the afternoon. Terrible timing. The interstate was clogged. For a long time, we were behind a car with a personalized plate that read "IHTFP."
We tried to figure out what on earth "IHTFP" could mean. "I heart tasty flambed pork," etc. We couldn't come up with anything plausible.
Then suddenly J exclaimed, "I hate this fucking place!"
