Huzzah: Pimp My Casket

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w October 24, 2007

Pimp My Casket

Forgot to mention the other day that I drove past a local funeral home, outside of which was parked a black, stretch...Hummer.

Nothing says eternal sleep like a blinged out behemoth, I guess.

by at October 24, 2007 3:16 PM | TrackBack Comments

Of COURSE we need blinged out Hummers to ride into the cemetery! I certainly require full HipHip honours. ;)

Okay... well maybe not... but it is, none the less, amusing.

Posted by: Victoria on October 24, 2007 4:35 PM