I finally talked my fiance into getting an Atheist sticker to put on our car. He was a bit hesitant as like many smaller cities (when compared to S.F. and L.A.) there are a lot of religious folk driving around here. There are also a lot of... how to put it... "intellectually challenged" people who try to read what you have on your car then fly into oncoming traffic at 40 mph. Can't say I've ever witnessed it personally, but it's been close a few times. But I digress, I finally told him (and this is exactly how it went) "if the crazy Bible-thumpers and those damn Mormons can walk around with an air of superiority about them, then I want my own damn sticker to figuratively kick them in the ball sack!"

I have a personal thing against the Mormons. I just don't like the Mormons. Mmkay?!

Gawd! I digress *again*, my fiance thought about getting the "Weapons of Mass Destruction" sticker that he lovingly pressed onto his bass guitar, donning the Bible and Koran. I told him that since I often go out by myself with his son in tow, I'd rather not wind as the "Missing" segment on the 6 o'clock news. We settled on "Evolve" -- with the two Darwin ichthys around it -- "the other fish doesn't have a leg to stand on."

Before he had to go to work that day, I gently rubbed that sticker on the right way. There was no a *single* air bubble. Oh yeah, it was hot.

Fast forward to 11pm when my fiance is supposed to clock off work. 11:20 rolls around, and I figure he was talking to a buddy at work. 11:45 and he's at the store (he have a 24-hour place). 12:30 and I'm kicking myself for that stupid sticker. The thoughts running through my head were this: "I don't know if Sam is working at the bar tonight. If he is, he wouldn't get off until 1:30 so they're probably just talking. Yeah. That's it. But what if some crazy Christian asshat  saw him getting into his car and beat the Flying Spaghetti Monsters out of him. Oh gawd, who's gonna watch the kid while we search for his half dead body!?"

*rolls eyes*

10 minutes later, he came home, I told him of my paranoid sticker ranting (which is very unlike me), and he had a good laugh. This was about a month ago now, and so far, all I've noticed is that people tend to tailgate me a bit more than usual. That's alright people, get a good look at it. Go on... then heed the advice!