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.