Drive-by VIII

OK, it's not every day I drive past a bunch of laughing ladies, grimacing grannies or ram-raiding flaming terrorists (still to be done). Sometimes they aren't quite as interesting. But this man does have a lampost growing from his head.

I always have a little snigger when I hear people order an extra-mega-size meal with extra chips and then ask for a diet coke. The concept seems similar to a man in running shoes smoking a cigarette. But I suppose running shoes aren't just for running these days and diet coke isn't just for dieting.

I try not to smoke when I'm out for a run. Why can't everything be black and white?