I was a little disgruntled on the way to work, wishing I could stay home with my dogs and just blow off the day reading comics and lazing about. Then I saw this on a car in front of me at a red light:
Something about seeing my initials next to slang for a sexual act made me smile and lifted my mood.
I don’t know if I should be glad that I’m the type of person who can see, and be lifted by, humorous things everywhere I look, or whether I should be worried that I’m both a perverted person that sees sex everywhere I look, and/or I’m an egotistical person that sees myself everywhere I look.
I’m going with choice number 1.
It’s all in the perspective, folks.