I saw this on the way home this afternoon and grabbed my camera. If you can’t see the name on the roof sign, click the picture for a larger version. I guess Ebola, Genocide et Frères Driving School was too long for the sign, and Apocalyptic Death was a little over the top.
And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. Rev. 6:8
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I hope that the owner of this concern is a huge Clint Eastwood fan who doesn’t pay much attention to dialog (or anything else) – it’s pretty tough to watch Pale Rider and not get the point – there’s a scene where Megan reads the verse quoted above. The alternatives are all pretty crazy – I’m left hoping it’s (rotting) tongue in (corpse-like) cheek. In any event, I think I’d want to speak to the driving instructor before I let him take my child out for a lesson.
When Peculiar was a young man with rather Gothic tastes, we debated getting a pair of Jack Russells or field dachshunds with suitably gory names, which horrified his usually unflappable mother. Ebola and Marburg, Chthulhu and Nyarlathotep (hard to call in the field), and probably worse– he might remember if he checks in from the farm work he and his wife are doing. We settled on Lily the dachs– sounds benign, except she is “Diamond Lil, Born to Kill”.
We also conceived of a manual for “Tapeworms, the Politically Correct Pet” (no footprint, you don’t have to grow anything to feed it, it stays in its natural habitat)…
And, moreover, helps one shed those unwanted inches!
Yes, but not a pet you’d want to interact w/ much…