Ugh. There it is. Again. The dreaded morning commute. You're stuck in traffic, inching along, thinking you might make it in to work by the time you have to leave to go home and start the drive all over again and then you spot it.

A hilariously inappropriate license plate that sends you into a fit of giggles like you might still be 12.

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Farrah Abraham can cry on cue. It's uncanny. Girl bawls like it's her job. Which is basically is, or one of them anyway. Balling James Deen on video is also her job.

Crying is sort of related to that occupation, though. The tall tales she pathologically spins about how her "sex tape" ruined her life make turning on the waterworks easy.

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