License to Kill

Don’t mess with the Hopper …

Just ask two pheasants and two bunny rabbits.

Oh. Forgot. You can’t.

They’re dead.

Don’t mess with the Hopper.


[My brother found this ancient document in a strong box containing a bunch of his old stuff. “Keep this,” he advised, “you can renew your license without having to re-take all the old tests.”]

[Also, the mathematics buff in me just loves how the State of New Jersey decided to issue me a five-digit palindromic number!]