Car F-Ing.

Here's another klassic kartoon from the Vineyland vault, circa 2000.  People liked it because it had the f-bomb in it.  So the savvy entrepreneur that I am, I decided to get 100 t-shirts printed.  Guess what?  No one wears t-shirts with the F-word emblazoned on their chests.  I turns out that when you wear one on the subway and a you can tell a bunch of seven-year-olds are squinting to make out what your shirt says, you feel bad, however hardcore your soul is.

I knew what boys wanted....

There was a time where I wanted to think I was surrounded by men who wanted to be with me.  It's fun to revel in your hotness, however transient.  It makes you more hot. Then you realize that what men really want is for you to know where you put your keys.