The little brother and his forever girlfriend came to visit last weekend and we headed out on the town to make the rounds. Our first stop was the wonderful flea/antique/garage sale/junk market of fabulousity that sits right here in the middle of my little town. Not kidding. I heart this place and I always walk out with multiple treasures, but that's beside the point.
Innocent enough, right? I'm sure people who drive hearses need to shop for treasures too.
Anyway, we pulled up and parked next to this car.
But, do they have to do it without their teeth?
By the way, my dear readers, it only took me about 10 minutes to figure out how to spell hearse.