I’ll have a Bloody Mary and an F2000 Assault Rifle

I couldn’t resist snapping a picture of this car on my way into this fine establishment to enjoy some brunch with the fam. (License cropped out to protect the idiotic.)

Now I’m wondering to whom among the friendly, well-dressed people surrounding me  that creatively-grammatical* sign belonged.

*Cue misguided pedant-wannabes telling me that the misuse of quotation marks and apostrophes is really fine because language is evolving and blah fucking blah utter fucking nonsense.