Wish I’d been sporting this on the way to work, when the methhead in the Chevy Impala yarming into her pay-in-advance cell phone decided one lane was not enough for her and that weaving in between two or three was the fastest way to her destination. Without it, I had to resort to my trusty middle finger.
From Kosher Kafe. It also comes in a thong version, which changes the context considerably.
And then there is Shalom Kitty. Too bad wife hates thongs.
Thanks for the post