Here is a lovely email we received from Shea:
My husband caught this as he was driving. Since I now try to keep my trusty camera with me at all times, I grabbed a quick pic of it. First I was thinking why would anyone advertise their size like that, and then I saw the Where's Bubba? on the plate. So many thoughts ran through my mind. Did she sit on him?
Ha! Do any of you know where Bubba is?
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
I Love It When You Call Me Big Mama
Posted by HorribleLicensePlates at 6:33 AM
Labels: my one defining quality, virginia
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7 comments:
maybe she ate him
I just found your blog. This is so funny!!
Oh man. That is just all twisted and wrong!
Hey now, I just dated a guy named (okay, nicknamed) Bubba and he was a sweetie. :)
But if he'da called me Big Mama, we'da tangled.......
Oh my! Reminds me of the comics that come out with the fat woman (or Santa) putting up fliers for her missing dog (or his reindeer)and the reason why she (he) is missing them is because the poor critter got sat on and wedge inbetween the cheeks...
This gets the super southerner award!
Bubba's with Forrest, of course!
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