Don't get a vanity plate. Just don't. 99% of the time, you will be mocked. And you can say, "Well, I don't care what people think of me."
No, of course you don't, you just chose to advertise some part of your personality on the ass of your vehicle. You don't care what they think, you just want to get their attention, and impress upon them your creative vehicular essence.
You want people to know about you. But you don't care if or what they think about you. That's a fine line of bullshit, my friend.
Today on my way to work, I saw this one. Forgive the expense of quality for the sake of safety, and taking a photo while driving in general, but I assure you, all was well and all ended well.
Hmm, "THE D." Now, what could that possibly stand for?
The Dude? No, that's taken.
Tenacious D or The D, could that be it?! Nah. As we've established, people with vanity plates aren't cool.
The Dominoes? Maybe he used to deliver. No, that's not it.
Hmm, what could this douche have been douching around in his douche head when he went to the DMV and got this douchey vanity plate.
Damn, you know what, I just can't put my finger on it. Perhaps if I were to go rinse myself clean -- you know, real thorough, inside and outside of my body -- I would clean my mind also, and then I'd be able to think of what "D" stands for.
Maybe I'll use a special soap, sponge or pump while I shower, too. Might help.