On the way home from work last night I was briefly behind a car with personalised numberplates. The numberplates read FLAYMIN.
I actually laughed out loud. Ah, the hilarious tragedy of young Asian men with an incomplete grasp of English slang. I felt like pulling up beside him and calling out, "Honey, I hate to disappoint you, but "flaming" doesn't mean what you think it means."
Of course it could be that he was gay. But I doubt it. I've yet to meet a gay man who would be caught dead behind the wheel of a Mitsubishi Lancer Evo.
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