How Do You Know It's a Mail Truck?
I never really understood the point of bumper stickers, mud flaps with naked ladies or the "Baby on Board" placards. Why someone would choose to pay a significant amount of money for an automobile and then choose to adorn it with cheesy slogans and tacky accessories just never made all that much sense to me. But I'm only one man, and I'm not so fashionable, as evidenced by my velcro sneakers.
Still, when I was down in Florida for Langerado* I got my first peak at the latest trend in Git'r Dun Couture that absolutely floored me: Truck Nutz, aka Bumper Nuts. I thought I hated ghetto culture more than just about anything outside of Tim McCarver, but as it turns out, I think I'm starting to hate the Style of Sleeveless Flannel even more.
Hey, rednecks, are you fucking serious? You're really gonna stand there and hang an oversized pair of synthetic, plastic testicles from the back of your truck? I've been trying for 10 days to come up with some good jokes for this post and I am about as stumped as Lt. Dan's old legs. I got nuthin'. I can't even begin to wrap my head around the thought process governing this decision.
What would possibly possess someone to be so flagrant in their abuse of social decency? I'm guessing about a case and a half of Busch Light.
Slack Link of the Day: Manny Ramirez wants you to buy his neighbor's grill; just another case of Manny Bring Foreman.
Slack Video of the Day: For lack of anything better, let's go back to the Chicken Dance Compilation from Arrested Development:
Slack Song of the Day: Can You Guess It? No, that's the song title.
*Also, it should be noted I never thanked my host, Miami's EB, for his generous hospitality down in Florida. You the dog now, man.