they revoked my cool license

So I'm driving down the street yesterday, sun shining, dog in the backseat, music blasting. I've got my shades on and I'm feeling pretty damn cool as I bop along to the beat and sing at the top of my lungs. Other cars pull up alongside of me, and I give a tiny nod and acknowledge how supremely stylin' I am.

When I get to my first destination, I get out of the car and take a look at my back window and Kenny's sun shade. Suddenly, I'm feeling a little less than hip.



The struggle continues.