Just a good 'ol Sippi Boy.

I know that I said my next blog would be about the pedophile van selling ice cream cones in my neighborhood, but guess what?  I haven’t transferred the pictures yet so you will all have to wait, muahaha.  Here is a blog that I transferred over from my old one.  Enjoy.  (I did a bit of rewriting.)

I live in Texas — I know about state pride, trust me.

I have seen a lot of “prideful things” in all my 25 (or nearly 25, my birthday is tomorrow) years of being a Texan, but you know, I have to say that I have never seen anything quite like this.  So there I am, riding with my boyfriend down I-35 and I look to my left and who do I see?  Why, I see “Sippi Boy” of course.

It may be hard to tell, but the state alone takes up 1/3rd of his windshield, seriously.

Now ‘Sippi Boy’ may not be able to see clearly out of his back windshield, but who cares!  (manufacturers only but back windshields on vehicles for decal purposes anyway) He has pride for his state of: Mississippi.  Oh wait, Mississippi isn’t that great?  Well, someone must have failed to give him that memo.

So let me describe this because my picture really isn’t the best.  (I was riding down the freeway, remember!)  It is a unnecessarily large , and believe me when I say that, cutout of the state of Mississippi with Old English lettering underneath that reads, “Sippi Boy.”  Not I <3 Mississippi, Mississippi Boy, or I came from Mississippi and I happen to be a boy; nope, its “Sippi Boy.”   His parents must be proud.