If you are familiar with the movie "Office Space" then you are familiar with the concept of flair. You also then know that you need a minimum 37 pieces of flair in order to work at Schotsckys, or whatever in the hell that place was called. What I am calling attention to today is the flair that hangs from car rear view mirrors, or, "mirror flair".How many furry trolls, fuzzy dice, cd's, dildos, and dreamcatchers do you need dangling from your rear view mirror? No, really, how much of that do you need to be TIGF? I think the only mirror flair that I indulged in are pine tree air fresheners. About five of those combined, fresh out of the wrapper, give me such a buzz. So, that is my mirror flair. Oh, and the occasional National Forest wilderness pass, because I want people to believe that I am the Brawny Towel guy's illegitimate son. "Me so rugged. Me rough it long time (chops five trees down in one fell swoop)." Uh, that's the part where all the women beg me to make love to them.
I want to hear your mirror flair confessions, Gruntonia. Also, what was the most ridiculous case of mirror flair you've ever witnessed. I hope it involves underwear or this guy. Ten points to whoever knows who that guy is.
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Zeigfried? Roy? :)
No rear-view flair for me. I never liked the swinging motion of stuff in the way of my panoramic view of the Los Angeles freeways.
i hate when people hang cds on their mirrors. they reflect the sun right into my eyes. a-holes. i guess blinding people is worth looking like complete white trash.
wow. i am a mean person. this whole not smoking business has turned me into a witch!
Sun~ Yeah, I can see your point. Once you get out of the Wasatch Front here you don't want any distractions from the beauty of the country.
Crystal~ You may be a witch at the moment, but I am proud of you for quitting smoking. Your lungs are too. Can I give you a big hug now?
Everybody else~ TIGF isn't the hit it used to be. Either that or you all got lives and don't have time for poor old Grunty *sniff*.
OK Now I don't know if this is gay enough, but I have a wooden heart a gecko (yellow) and a thing called a Qoo hanging from my mirror.
The most utterly gay thing I have ever seen is an entire Hawaiian motif not only dangling from the mirror, but around the entire dashboard as well. Were talkin orchids, porpises and seashells baby!
I have a green glass bead necklace I made with a cheap bright green glass butterfly attached to it hanging from my mirror. Sometimes it's the only way I recognize my car in the Walmart parking lot.
Unfortch for you since I've never ever owned a car, I've never had the opportunity to engage in any rearview mirror tackiness.
However, in high school, a bunch of my friends were at some fast food place, and we made a cool sculpture out of straws that my friend hung from her mirror for a few years. That was pretty cool.
LOL! Perfect timing on this TIGF topic. At work, they are making us wear these buttons for a promotion we have on. Which I think is hilarious, because we are in $1000 suits, and wearing a freaking button. I have been calling it my piece of flair. And I love Office Space. Such a brilliant film.
Rear view mirror flair is the worst! I think its unsafe. Almost as unsafe as driving with a small dog in your lap. But we'll save that one for another day...
I have no mirror flair.
Now I feel deficient...
Although I do have some Disney pins jabbed into the fabric and foam rubber of the ceiling.
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