We truly cannot think of a way that this is not douchey. Well, it DOES appear to be on a Toyota Celica. But the message is pure douche.
Our first instinct is to interpret this word as Spanish for “beach.” Our agent had a different and probably more correct interpretation:
This agent also pointed out that the plate is on a Mercury, making it highly unlikely that the driver is in fact a player.
In two separate parking garages, we ran across strikingly similar plates:
Both claim godhood, which is obviously false because gods would never put up with LA traffic. Plate #1 is forgiven if the owner is named Thor (in which case we really hope he’s a skinny dork, preferably un-Scandinavian-looking). Plate #2 not forgiven under any circumstances.
We apologize for abandoning you. First we ran out of douchebag license plates, then we went out of town and then we had computer trouble. Also, we are lazy.
But we’re back! First, let us note that we were out of town in Washington, D.C., the home of the anti-douche license plate. These people are so pissed at the federal government’s douchebaggery that they have enshrined their protest in license plate form. We approve.
Denziens of the DC area don’t seem to like personalized license plates nearly as much as Californians do. So no snapshots for us there. Lucky for us, we have an agent based in the Bronx who has been scouting for us, proving that yes, New Yorkers can be just as douchey as Californians, only about tap water.