Hmmmm....I've kept my penis extension sports car as I can just about get the two kids in the back if I fold their legs a few times and drown out their cries of pain by turning up the stereo (if they're really good it's Teletubbies say eh-oh, if not a live recording of ghostdance taken by someone in the audience on his mum's personal dictation machine circa 1988). I've got one of those baby on board stickers on the back window as it seems to stop asbo nova drivers trying to mate with the backbumper. So maybe they're only of use if you've got a penis extension sports car (which anyone in a kev'd up chav mobile will try and tailgate) and two kids and really want to show how virile you are short of handing out monkey custard test tubes at every traffic light... They do actually work (the baby on board stickers - I haven't tried the test tube experiment) for 0.9% of the population (I can tell the difference when I've forgot to put the sticker on) and that's gotta be worth trying for the sake of the children?boudicca wrote:Took the words right out of my mouthmarkfiend wrote:OK "Baby On Board" ones, I can see the rationale, but does anyone really think that the dickhead tailgating them is going to see it and think "Oh, I'll drive carefully for a change then"
I always think of it as a lame-ass attempt on behalf of the dad to tell the world how virile he is. Since once you have kids and need room for a cot in the back seat you can't declare it with a penis-extension sports car...
For the record my vote for this subject goes to Kerry Katona's face everywhere you go and on everything you see...