My brain, it whirs. It whirs and whirs and puzzles and questions and wonders. I see really crazy people and I wonder what their living rooms look like. I enjoy deciphering vanity plates, and am often amused by the assortment of bumperstickers people will affix to their car.
So when I found myself behind this truck the other evening, my brain kicked it into high gear.
Ah, lassie, thar’s a Shamrock. Hmmmm. Irish? But it’s on a black truck. Hmmm. Black Irish. In flames? That’s kinda strange, plant life on fire, but the flames are green, so maybe it’s symbolic, and back to that shamrock, hmmmmm…..
And then the truck pulled into my lane, and as the light shifted, I realized there were SKULLS ON EITHER SIDE OF THE SHAMROCK and that’s when I had to put my phone on camera mode, because boy, howdy, you might see a shamrock, and you might see green flames, and you might even see a shamrock with green flames, but skulls haunting out of the flames on top of it all? Dude, that is what makes the difference between bloggability and the brain just whirring.