Absolutely Hilarious License Plates We’ve Seen In A While

When people see vanity licence plates, it’s hard not to roll your eyes. This individual is determined to make a statement with their very greatest licence plates ever, rather than settling for a random combination of letters and numbers like the rest of us. “Oh, look at me, everybody!”At least in some cases. There are some who use humorous licence plates to boast about their riches and lack of humour, while others use this small space for advertising to make us laugh.

Simply said, any form of roadside entertainment is sure to be appreciated during a lengthy car trip, isn’t it?

Despite efforts by the DMV and other car authorities to maintain decorum and eliminate the appeal of creative licence plate designs, these individuals have discovered a way around the system.

This list showcases the finest examples of creative licence plates, featuring dad jokes, Pokemon and even riddles!

Read on to see a list of the top licence plates, and then share your thoughts with us in the comments

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