Everyday I would sit in traffic jams going
- Everyday I would sit in traffic jams going to work and coming home. Finally, I bought a monster truck and the traffic no longer was a problem. I didn't even worry about parking
- , I just parked on top of whatever I wanted. My monster truck led to a complete life revolution. I was now bad ass. I tore the sleeves off my shirts and winked at people a lot.
- So what if I was only 5'4 (and a half), pushing 40 & still living at home? My monster truck made me a real man in the eyes of everyone. It was more than just a truck, though. My
- love for my truck was real and I drove in to Estonia where man-truck love is celebrated and legal. We were married in a low-key ceremony attended by no-one and I drove my spouse to
- a nice resort near the Tatras. This was a truck I could live with for better or for worse, a truck that would listen to my problems without rebuttals or suggestions. But of course
- the other Truck would not listen to my problems. The vile hulking thing was a semi-Truck with the "Goblin" on the front grill, smiling like an all powerful twisted bastard
- And there was a red light camera ready to issue a speeding ticket. The Hulk didn't care, he had stolen the truck. The landscape was bleak and he noticed the Sears store had closed.
- Though it pained him to do so, he would have to shop at the Walmart instead. The Hulk parked the stolen truck in the massive parking lot, got out, and walked purposefully towards
- a smoky #9 that kept flying away before him towards the Walmart entrance. The entrance was covered with thousands of these smoky #9s. The greeter had barred the doors under the del
- uge. That old woman had lived through the 60s and knew that somebody was listening to The Beatle's Revolution #9 and if she didn't bar these doors, her Walmart would get infested w
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St.Molecule May 21 2017 @ 18:53
Sorry. There really should be a sign.