I heart my abs

I'm not going to lie.

Seeing a license plate on the 101 that said "I HEART MY ABS" on the way home from the airport didn't exactly help my image of Los Angeles.

"Oh, Jesus. No," I say.

"What?" Asked Matt.

"I heart my abs," I say, "Right there."

Matt starts suddenly and violently snorting until I say, "I heart stabbing you," and he responds, "I heart hating you."

And we both cackle and continue to not-amuse our driver, who was being kind of a dick anyway.


zan said...

Maybe the driver was just really into his anti-lock braking system?

ronckytonk said...

oh snap, zan.
would that it were true.