No one else seems to be posting images of them online, which I can't understand, as I'm sure I'm not alone in my kitsch fascination of them. My only regret is that it would be far too risky to attempt to get photos of the drivers of said vehicles adorning these ego-enlargers, as generally there is a direct correlation between a personalised plate and a distinct lack of grey matter. In other words, you would never ridicule a 300kg silverback gorilla about having a hairy arse, because it would not comprehend your witty aside, he would only rip you apart (unless you happened to be a polar bear - but that's a whole other topic for a whole other blog installment). Otherwise, I'd have a photo of them as an inset on the plate.
I hope I'm not peaking too early with this first installment, but here we go - this was taken on Chapel Street in South Yarra, the home of absolute wankers in this city, which was adorning a VW Beetle (one of those really ugly ones which came out a few years back, and are only ever driven by fuckwits or stupid fashionistas).
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