On my way to get an oil change today, I pulled up next to a beat-up old pickup truck. Its make was hard to ascertain because its gate, bumpers and brake-light molding (and I think even its mirrors) had long since been removed. Its windows had a folksy opacity, and exterior had apparently been hit too many times with the Bondo stick. Inside, an old-fashioned CB radio setup sat where side-curtain airbags reside in newer, safer cars. All the while, a man of indeterminate age wearing glasses, a bandanna and about two year's growth set the course.
Further setting this truck apart was its bevy of bumper stickers. Among them: "You've been a bad girl. Go to my room!" The famous nude-woman mudflap silhouette. "DON'T LAUGH - Your daughter might be in here!" A rebel flag.
Oh, and Calvin pissing on the name "BUSH."
The dealership was very nice about scooping out my exploded head.
Further setting this truck apart was its bevy of bumper stickers. Among them: "You've been a bad girl. Go to my room!" The famous nude-woman mudflap silhouette. "DON'T LAUGH - Your daughter might be in here!" A rebel flag.
Oh, and Calvin pissing on the name "BUSH."
The dealership was very nice about scooping out my exploded head.
2 comments:
I think I've seen that truck and have had the same reaction.
Make that three of us.
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