Vanity Plate
by Steve West on August 12, 2008

I saw a blue Toyota Rav 4 with a vanity plate SINGPLY. What the hell does that mean?
StING PLoY?
SINGing PLaY?
SINGle PLaYa?
SIN Go PLaY?
Whatever it is intended to mean to the owner is lost on me because all I could think of that made sense was that he was a big toilet tissue fan.
SINGle PLY.
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