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While sifting thru the San Antonio humidity, deciding between CIII, and random Jigga
tracks, I came across a decent Chevrolet Impala displaying a proud “Speedy G”. Of curse it didn’t take much to get my attention given the blue Indiana vanity license plate. I snapped a quick shot and on came the standard “what’s the inspiration behind the plate question. My answer: A rolled up sleeve and a tatted shoulder displaying (you guessed it) Mr. Arriba-Arriba himself…fastest mouse in the house.

 Anyone want to take a wild stab at guessing the owner last name???...Gonzales, You got 

it. I guess the only mystery left unsolved was who got Slowpoke Rodriguez and where 

is Sylvester? I know your out there...drop a comment or two, we would love to hear from 

you...kind of like a "where are they now" moment.

	You know, I came up around a few characters myself. We had Goofy, Droopy, Dopey, Lazy...

the one I'll never understand :Tweety....like Cedric said homie "I'm a grow ass man..." 

This one was snapped by yours truly on a warm, summer late Tuesday night (yes a Tuesday; sometimes you just gotta rock it on a random school night) in one of Dallas’ hottest night-time spots. Judging from the plate on this gold (Mercedes?), you can be sure that I wasnt the only yuppie rocking it hardcore in the Knox-Henderson area. I almost didnt get this one, but luckily valet from Scents was able to slow down traffic enough for me to focus and get a quick snap with a flash before they blew away into the night. ……………Blow1…….Hmmm……But BLOW ONE WHAT? That is the question. Im going to have to refer to the definitive resource on urban wordplay in this case: urbandictionary.com. 

I’m not sure which blow reference they were referring to, but you can be sure of 2 things. They probaby werent talking about their tires AND they PARTY like rockstars.

What do you think?

SIDE NOTE: There are two things you can count on in life: Death and Willfnmajors.  A special thanks to Willfnmajors for holding down the fort duting my platenuts hiatus.

Last weekend, my wife and I were invited to stay in the Real World suite in the Palms Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada with a close friend of mine.

If anyone knows me and my Vegas history I don’t go to bed until the sun is officially coming up.  I mean, isn’t that the way its supposed to be? 

After a 5 hour drive and an instant energy revival the minute we pulled into the Palm parking lot I just happened to park next to this car that would be a clear prediction of the weekend to come.  My wife pointed it’s vanity license plate out to me, snapped a photo and I knew it was going to be a great weekend.

A few random words and thoughts to describe the weekend.

Real World Suite. Grey Goose, Chivas, Vueve. Taxi.  Poety Night Club. VIP. Ryan Leslie. Marcus Camby. Taxi. Moon@the Palms. VIP. Perrier Juet toast. Confrontation. Security.  Night Club Manager Apology. More Drinking. PDA couple. Old guy doing the worm. Real World Suite. Grey Goose.  Room Service.  Sunrise.  Sleep.

Wake up.  Palms Casino. Taxi.  Calloway Golf Center.  Driving Range.  Pissed.  Quit.  Taxi. NBA Summer League game.  Ron Artest. Kevin Martin. Alvin Gentry. A shit load of others. Nasy dunk by Spencer Hawes. Taxi. Forum Shops. Spago. Louis Vuitton. Lacoste. Calvin Klein. Taxi.  Addidas Center.  Promo account.  Moron Sales Person. 3 hours. 6 Large Shopping bags.  Taxi.  Police (stop our taxi driver).  No ticket.  Another Call.  Lucky Somalian. Real World Suite.  NBA player caught with a missing front tooth. Nove. Kobe steak.  Deserts from Hell. George Maloof picked up bill.  Gut Hanging.  Taxi.  Tao.  VIP.  Grey Goose, Chivas.  Hip Hop. Crasians with no panties.  A Photo of crasian with no panties.  Techno.  Superman and Rescue Dog.  Techno.  Departure.  Taxi. Same NBA with no tooth had tooth in. Real Worl Suite.  Chivas. Room Service. Sunrise.  Sleep.

Wake up.  Highway.  Phoenix. Reality. 

why this customized license plate takes me off the beaten path and delves into an E! True Hollywood Story. I found my first job in L.A. as a valet thanks to good ol’ craigslist. “See the stars and park their cars.” Who wouldn’t want this job? It was a Friday night around 10 ish (boy do I hate that), and an Navy Blue SLR pulls up driven by none other than a certain Billion dollar hotel heiress. That alone would be enough of an “L.A. moment,” but wait it gets juicier. This young lady turns on the interior light to reveal she was toking a joint. Then as a pro would handle the situation she performs one last make up check exits the vehicle, chucks the roach and power walks to the festivities (which had an even more abundant supply of Mary Jane and various other Narcotics). The SLR will forever be synonymous with a certain hotel chain in my mind. Any vehicles with personalized license plates trigger a memory of a special someone for you?

I wonder the profession of AZCOP2?

I actually like this customized license plate for two reasons:

1.     This vanity license plate lets you know who you are dealing with from the start. If this Chevy takes the coveted parking you’ve been waiting for, rather than unleashing your perfectly rehearsed profanity laced tirade (that you have down pat since the last time it happened), you will simply respond with “Thank you for keeping us safe…@$$*&#%” (That last part under your breath of course).

2.     The driver is proud of his profession. How many of us wake up every Monday morning thinking “If I can just make it until Friday I’ll be Ok.” This personalized license plate proudly proclaims “I want to tell everyone the love for my job.”

What profession fills you with pride, and how would your plate read?