On my drive to work today, the pickup truck driving in front of me was sporting a partially peeled off bumper sticker that had seen better days. And by better days, I mean the 1980s. I could only make out a couple words from where I was driving so once we hit some traffic I was delighted to finally read the sticker in all its classiness. The sticker read:
I spent half of the remainder of the drive trying to imagine if the owner of the truck -- assuming he was not the original owner -- was more embarrassed by the sentiment or the dated reference to car phones. The sticker was peeling, but had obviously been scraped repeatedly in an effort to restore some dignity to the truck.
The other half of the trip  was spent trying to figure out the text of bumper sticker that would be even *more* dated and embarrassing than "Car Phone Up Your Butt ". I came up with "I Get More Tail than Spuds McKenzie" and "Alf is My Co-Pilot."
In writing this post, however, I have decided that "Alf is My Co-Pilot" is a pretty awesome sentiment.
 Keep in mind, I was driving alone with Penelope in the back seat. This was a conversation in my head, not with another person.
 I can imagine this phrase has been uttered during the voting portion of America's Funniest Home Videos.