Remember back in the days when you were younger and there was a book or album or pair of acid washed jeans that you just had to have and your parents refused to buy for you? You would argue with them and then flop down on the couch in a state of despair and ask God why? Why did you saddle me with such loser parents who just can’t understand that life will end as you know it if you don’t get said item. You will be thrown into the pits of hell as you become the social pariah amongst all of your friends who all own (because their parents were not losers like yours) what ever item you coveted?
Ya, those were the days.
I had to have a pair of sixty dollar acid wash jeans that made me look like a skinny punk. I thought the world would end if I didn’t get them. I remember the joy of finally saving enough money to walk into that store, purchase those jeans and then strut into class looking like a flat chested, stringy haired geek who was wearing a pair of acid washed jeans the coolest pants in the whole world.
I may have been a geek to everyone else, but that day I felt like the coolest person in the whole class, except for maybe that girl in back who teased her hair really high and wore bright green eye liner. She was REALLY cool.
Lately, those acid washed jeans have morphed into something else. Something more expensive. Something slightly more useful. Something more like this:
I’m not picky, really. I don’t care what make or model it is. I just want a big shiny truck that can run over large animals and keep on going so that I can get wood in the winter and have a vehicle to take my garbage to the dump. I am tired of shoving bags of smelly garbage into the back of my lovely family car, a beautiful 2006 Vibe named Stella.
My husband points out the small fact that we’ve survived for this long with out a truck and we could technically survive forever with out one. That’s because he’s not the one shoving bags of smelly ass waste into his car and then having to hang his head out the window like a facking dog just to breath enough stank-free oxygen to get the garbage to the transfer station and not lose consciousness.
Boo also doesn’t want another vehicle payment on his hands. I get that. I’m a responsible adult. But I’m still allowed to dream. And whine. And needle him incessantly about how if he really loved me, he’d buy me a truck.
(I don’t believe in fighting fair. Heh.)
So when he was home this weekend and he was acting all weird, going to the washroom to make calls on his cell phone, trying to act coy and innocent, I knew something was up. It was confirmed when my sister magically appeared and ‘needed Boo to look at her car.’ But he couldn’t look at her car at our place, where all of his TOOLS are, no, he had to go with her to an unknown place to do this car looking.
A more suspicious gal might be inclined to think there was something rotten in Denver with that scenario. However, I am not a suspicious type of lady. I chose to believe that there would be some vehicle looking going on.
Some truck looking. Heh heh.
I was positively giddy. I was soooo excited. I kept imagining how sparkly and shiny my new truck would be, and what type of pretty name I would christen her with. I even went out to my car and lovingly told Stella that there would always be room in my heart for her, even if I didn’t drive her quite as often.
I phoned my best friend up and gloated to her about what an awesome husband I have. How he makes all my wishes come true. I did a happy dance in my kitchen as my birds and my dog looked at me and wondered what I was smoking.
I kept pacing by the window, watching for my husband to drive up with a fancy truck. Would it be red, or black or silver, I wondered. Suddenly, I could hear the sounds of a truck engine from just beyond the trees. I raced to the window to see my new toy and just about had a freaking heart attack.
Oh ya. I have a truck to call my own now. But you’ll only see me drive it with a pillow case tossed over my head to disguise my true identity.
I raced outside to ask my husband what the fack he was thinking. This was WRONG. On so many levels.
“What the hell, Boo? What is this?” I half whined, half cried.
“It’s sweet eh? And it’s all yours,” he said as he kissed my forehead, obviously mistaking my horror for excitement.
“It’s so ugly!!! And old!!!”
“Well, it’s got some years on it, but it’s not miled out and that rust, it’s just surface rust. Don’t you worry. This here pretty lady runs smooth as a knife cutting through warm butter. I’ve had her inspected and she’s almost as good as the day she was made,” he purred as he caressed her shiny red dashboard.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Then I had a flash of brilliance. “What about our hundred dollar rule? This had to cost more than a hundred bucks. Not much more, but still!” Heh heh. Anything to get rid of this atrocity.
“Well, it was wayyy cheaper than the bedroom furniture you bought behind my back.” Oh shit. Right. The furniture. Damn. There goes that idea. “Don’t you worry. I got a great deal from one of the guys on my crew. He owed me so we made a deal. It was a freaking steal!”
“More like we don’t have to worry about anyone stealing this hunk of junk.” My visions of a shiny new truck were now hitchhiking down the road looking for a new person to partner up with. I tried to swallow my disappointment and look a little happy, just because Boo was so obviously proud of himself.
After a few minutes of showing me the truck’s merits, he told me to hop in and give her a whirl. I was overcome with fear and panic. First off, someone might see me in this piece of shit. Secondly, it looked like it was about to fall apart.
Swallowing the acid taste of fear in my mouth, I climbed in as Boo slid over to the passenger seat. I looked at him and asked for the keys. He handed me a key ring for three keys.
“What are all these keys for?” I stupidly asked.
“Well, one is for the ignition, one is for the door and one is for your tool box in the back.”
Looking over my shoulder I noticed the dented and scratched tool box behind the cab. “Great. Cuz I have so many facking tools,” I muttered.
“Do I have to push in the clutch to start the engine?” I inquired innocently as my hands started to shake slightly.
“Oh no, honey. This is a 1984 model. They didn’t have safety features like that back in those days. Just be careful not to pop the clutch or you’ll lurch forward and smash into what’s in front of you.”
Great. No safety features. I guess I’m lucky there are facking seat belts in the bucket of rust that is now my own.
I learned about low, and bull low and double gas tanks and all sorts of neat things as we tooled around the neighbourhood.
Boo was so thrilled that he was able to get me an ‘acreage truck.’ “It doesn’t have to be pretty to be handy,” he kept repeating in hopes I would start believing his doctrine.
Fat chance.
Next thing I knew, Boo was driving down the driveway in his shiny car, heading back off to work and leaving me with my very own rusted out Tonka Truck to call my own.
There are just no words for how much I love my husband.
Or my ‘NEW‘ truck.
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You are a lucky, lucky woman.
Actually, where I live, that IS a new truck.
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hey, don’t be so hard on your husband. You know if you just do a little work on that truck, it will look exactly like the new “shiny” one. I mean just get it some service, scratch the rust, paint it, wax it, and it will look good.
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I think you should call her “Brandeen” or “Burleen”.
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We had that EXACT SAME TRUCK, but in a nice shade of Burgundy. Is it the “Camper Special” as well?
It was our second vehicle for the longest time, and I HATED having to drive it. People already think we are rednecks (heh.) living out in the sticks, but in THAT THING? It was living (gas guzzling) proof. You could also hear it coming for MILES.
We just got rid of our last year (Huzzah!), but this post is giving me flashbacks.
Enjoy!
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Oh man, an abject lesson in “be careful what you wish for”.
You should get one of those plastic hula girls for the dashboard.
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Ah, hell, you’ll still look hot burning down the road in it!
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That looks like a prize my husband would haul up and be so proud of. The Nascar sticker in the back window, well, every “redneck” needs one of those. And it does go with “your name”. At least he tried, maybe next time he will get it right.
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Oh man. Maybe I should stop bugging for that SUV I’ve been lusting over.
I’s scared now.
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“Surface rust my ASS.”
I can not stop laughing.
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“surface rust my ass” I heart you!!
I am so sorry.
It is so wonderfully sweet of Boo to go out and think of you, and get you this vehicle. It’s the thought that counts, right?
Um.. no words of wisdom for you
Thanks for the laughs, I needed them! I’m so stumbling this because more people need to discover your brilliance.
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You know, your truck and my ‘83 Station Wagon (complete with tail gunner seat and AARP bumper sticker) should get together and make sweet love.
Think of what fugly, white trash offspring they would have.
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Perfect for hauling your garbage … at 2AM when everyone within 50 miles of you are sleeping!
It’s the thought that counts.
WTF was he thinking though? =)
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OMG…….I was flippin’ dying of laughter! That is soooooooo Funny, well not it it were me. Thanks for sharing because that laugh was well needed.
Sorry it is not all shiny like you wanted, maybe spray paint is Metallic Silver? If you want I can send you a coon hat to wear while driving it.
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If all you want it for is hauling wood and garbage, it kind of makes sense. You wouldn’t want to get a shiny new truck dirty and scratched with wood, garbage and chicken coops, now would you?
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Ask and ye shall receive….just not exactly WHAT you asked for….happens here all of the time.
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omfg
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Wow that truck is purdee. I agree that some people would consider that a new truck back where I grew up and you wouldn’t want to bust up a shiny new truck with all that haulin’ you plan on doing - right?
Did it at least come with a new air freshner?
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The only thing you need to complete the package is one of those rubber nut-sacks to dangle from the trailer hitch in the back. (They come in rainbow. Trust me, I’ve seen many hanging from trucks in my hometown.) And the truck, well, she looks like she might be called Bernadette.
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What you need on this here truck is a pair of balls to hang from the back.
Oh yes, yes you do.
Your Aunt Becky might even spring for them. Because THAT is how much SHE loves you.
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Damn! Now I’m so pissed because I’m SOOO jealous. That’s the kind of truck I’ve been wanting forEVER. You’ll need to get you some Playboy bunny mud flaps though.
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heh heh
THAT’S a truck for a Redneck Mommy.
You and I can be ghetto truck pals.
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If I didn’t know better I would think your husband and mine are brothers.
This sound like something he would do.
I am sure that all the kids at school are going to be so jealous when you drop your kids off… HAHAHA!
Hey, but now you can threaten your kids with that to keep them inline.
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Bwahahahahahahaha!
Beggers can’t be choosers now T.
That was awfully nice of your husband, dear Boo, to get that truck for you. You should be grateful!
*snickers*
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At least it came with the #3 sticker!! That adds to the value right there!!
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That truck is HAWT.
You gonna drive it all the way to T-Dot next month?
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I am laughing with you not at you, promise
This is the funniest stuff ever! I kept waiting for the punchline, like hubby would tell you “Nah that is a buddy’s truck, your REAL truck is at the dealership, come on” Then you would laugh till you farted.
Sorry that’s not what happened. But look at it this way, you can, um spray paint, um, cover, well….
Ok, do you need any paper bags?
You so need a Redneck Mommy sign in the window of that thing, right next to the Nascar stuff!
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The real question is, is your sister still alive, and if so, what’s your revenge going to be?
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For what it’s worth, I think that’s a hot truck, and would love to have one like it to bring big items home from the store in instead of having to pay exorbitant delivery fees. And now poor Stella can hand over her trash-haulin’ duties. Just repaint it whatever color you want whenever you are able
(Says the chick who loves all classic vehicles)
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In the summer, you’ll have to wear daisy dukes and a bra top and braids as you cruise around in that one. H-O-T.
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Well I must say I agree with you what the hell was he thinking? That is such a man thing to do….but sweety you asked for a truck and you got a truck it just needs a little work…LMFAO…
I do think it needs a nutsack, playboy mud flaps and some more stickers in the window. You could call it a clean slate something to make all your own hell get some spray paint and spruce her up RedNeck Style and call her Gertrude!!!
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Oh, you’ve got to name it! The Gray Monster? Get-R-Done? The ‘84 Score?
Classic!!
But you really need some more decals.
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Pink spray paint. And then make Boo drive it when he comes home.
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I remember a very similar truck like that. It was dad’s and I remember slinking down in the seat so as not to be seen by my school mates when it was his turn to drop me off at school. In fact it’s still sitting in our driveway, although it’s undrivable now–it’s a ‘fantastic’ lawn ornament, reminding me of the ‘good ole times.’ meh. I loved hearing out your ‘new’ truck, it took me back to remembering how I felt in my old truck
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LMAO…I absolutely loved this read.
“My visions of a shiny new truck were now hitchhiking down the road looking for a new person to partner up with” let us pray for better results for that poor guy!!!
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He was joking right? Seriously. Tell me he was joking.
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1984???
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Sweetie, what you need NOW is that AWESOME t-shirt that OTJ picked out for you in Nashville last weekend!!
You have my sincerest condolences… But just so you know, rusty ol’ truck or not… You’re still the coolest chick I “know”.
xo CGF
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Even in my neck of the woods they’d call that beater a hunk of shite. But they wouldn’t be so nice about it.
My condolences, hon. Maybe the punchline is just late in coming and your new truck will show up any day now.
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You’ll be thanking Boo when you’re 70 and still have money to live on ’cause you didn’t spend it all on shiny trucks when you were 30!
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I predict that we will be hearing more about this pickup. My hubby brought home a gem like this 4 years ago. I have driven it 3 times and been towed home 3 times. We have sunk over 2 grand into it and it sits - yes SITS
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I predict that we will be hearing more about this pickup. My hubby brought home a gem like this 4 years ago. I have driven it 3 times and been towed home 3 times. We have sunk over 2 grand into it and it sits - yes SITS - in my driveway as we speak. I have named her Hell-en.
You have my absolute sympathy.
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Eeeeee! I canNOT believe you’re driving that? That is, like, sooooooo redneck — I LOVE IT! But, like in the movies — just wash her, paint her, show her you love her, and she’ll be good as new!
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Ha, if it were possible to snort brownie up my nose I would have done it. What an awesome truck! I will totally know you if I see you on the road.
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You’ll be thanking him the next time you are heading for a snowbank. That tank will go right through it.
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Now he was just trying to give you what you asked for. Maybe next time you should just buy the truck while he’s gone and pay for it *cough*knee pads*cough* when he returns.
If you decide to drive it in the lake once everything thaws, I won’t tell.
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Okay, so I’m thinking he’s testing you. Seeing how graceful you can be with this one and next time he comes home it will be with your shiny new badass truck.
Not buyin’ it, huh?
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I always thought the rotten thing was in Denmark.
Nice truck, hick, you’ll enjoy driving it around your little hamlet.
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OH MY GOD.
Are you sure you don’t live in, say Kentucky?
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I am so embroidering some red plaid with some hoser geek chic for you to wear so you look like a rolling art installation, I fucking LOVE it!
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Welllllll…. you can at least say that it doesn’t have FARM USE spraypainted on the side….
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THANK YOU for sharing this!! Brilliant! Stupendous!
You see, I am Boo in this scenario, and my husband is the one begging for a shiny new truck. I am already doing my own devious planning, and all thanks to your Boo’s ingenuity!
(A side note: My old Isuzu pickup once took out 8 sheep when an entire flock decided to congregate on a West Texas highway — after a tornado freed them from their once-fenced-off stomping grounds.)
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Bwaaaaaa haaaaaa haaaaaaa!!!
*deep breath*
Bwaaaaa haaaaa haaaaaaa
Sorry, they were hysterical gaffaws. I think our husbands are twins separated at birth. The words that strike fear and dread into my heart are ‘Honey I have a surprise! It is JUST WHAT YOU WANTED!’
…..oh no it isn’t.
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Sucks to be you!!! That is the funniest piece of shit I have seen in a long time! We were seriously thinking of taking a trip from home here in Australia to your neck of the woods but if thats what you folk get around in I could get scared! Look Mummy…a real live Redneck! And I thought it was just Urban Legend. U enjoy that truck now…..
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my husband wants a truck but i keep saying no. maybe we can give him this one??
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Oh my God…Laughed my ass off when I saw the picture of your NEW truck! Enjoy it!
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Your husband is a jewel..He is as funny as you…
Best of luck with the truck.
Dorothy from grammology
remember to call gram
http://www.grammology.com
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I had to show my own hubby this one!
I am DYING for a new truck- DYING (Honda Ridgeline/ Toyota Tundra)!!!!
I currently haul garbage to the dump in my Honda Odyssey… windows down. Boys suffer the most in the backseat, they are within a nose-length to piles of nasty bags…
Call me desperate but I guess I’d take the rust-heap… and work the old imagination… cd player/ seat warmers/ GPS/ etc/ etc/ etc/ etc……….
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Wow, what a disappointment! I guess we should’t complain when they do stuff like that, but geez…SO not what you had in mind! Hopefully, it gets good gas mileage and isn’t a diesel…diesel is $4.04/gallon in the town I work in…Yikes.
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Uh huh. Well, my Redneck has been promising me a bigger car for two years. Instead, I’m getting a forced air heating system put in by some dorkwad his brother knows.
And mice. Now, I have mice. Before heating system installation process? No mice. After pounding and stamping in my attic? Mice.
Tell me there’s no connection. *grumblewhinegrumble*
What were we talking about?
Oh! Right. Great truck. *snicker*
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Um, wow? Nice truck. Really, all you have to do is use it ALL THE TIME and show him how much you love driving a truck and maybe he’ll give in and get you a shiny new one? Maybe? Or you could just drive it in to the side of a building. That would work too.
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Karly - Hell no ! That tank would TAKE OUT the building and not get another scratch on it !
Boo sooo owes you, T.
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I just wrote a guilt-ridden post to my wife trying to get a new car. I hope she and Boo don’t talk.
On the other hand, what’s Boo’s number? I have a car he might be interested in.
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All I can say is: HA!HA!HA!
Just the other day my husband told me to be careful what I ask for. I think I have learned my lesson, Don’t ask, just get yourself.
Good luck, honey. I will be praying that you don’t lurch forward and hit something.
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LMAO I think that is a beautiful thing. You will truely have some great memories in that truck.
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My husband wants the first truck pictured. The $60,000 Ford. No, that’s not a typo. SIXTY THOUSAND $. Name the truck Rusty. And since NASCAR stands for Non Athletic Sport Centered Around Rednecks, the sticker should stay?
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Wow, congratulations on your first farm truck! When you spray-paint it you’ll post more pics, right?
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That rusty bucket has the name Beulah written all over it.
Look at the bright side, you can get in that thing and you will TRADE PAINT with ANYONE. well, trade rust is more like it, plus, dont need to back up using the rear view mirror, just do it until you smack whatever is behind you.
Get one of those rubber bull balls, hang it off the rear transaxle, look like a country bubbette.
Yes sir sister, you will be one mean gun totting marlboro smoking beatch driving that thing. people will clear out of your way fer sure.
While your at it, take a hammer from the tool box and whack out one of your front teeth, you know, so your smile looks like the grill on that detroit wonder.
LOL
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what till you and the man make whoopie in the bed of that love machine, I hope the springs have some life in them. Get some discarded chairs, mount them to the floor, and now you have a bubba mobile for the WHOLE family to drive around town in.
dam beatch, you made in the shade now!
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I am on a roll. Post number 69 too LOL
paint it camo to allow you to do some night spotting of local wildlife. That and watching for sasquatch LOL
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You now have flashy transportation to impress all of Fric and Frac’s friends with. Surely one of them needs a ride to a friend’s house.
My dad had a truck like that, in red. And not a cool red either. He eventually replaced it with a newer Ford, but we still did not want to be caught dead in a truck.
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Dude. In 1984 I was wearing acid wash jeans! This story came full circle for me.
Boo lurves you.
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The NASCAR sticker gives that true touch of class
Found you from June Cleaver Nirvana–very funny!
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I would name her Tallulah Belle.
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Nothing screams “Love” more than a rusted out truck…
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This may just be my opinion as a man, but that truck kicks ass. All except for the crappy Nascar stickers. Otherwise I’d be happy to haul garbage to the dump in that thing, especially if it’s in as good of shape as Boo says it is!
Seriously, I once had a summer job where on of the trucks was just like that. We called it the Brown Rocket because it would haul ass on the highway…just think of yours a “Retro! and Kitschy!”
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I am so sending you one of those Calvin peeing stickers for your back window.
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Hey, I’m all for saving money.
But that truck is FUCKING UGLY.
Good thing you’ll be driving it, no one will notice the ugly truck cause they’ll be staring at the hot ass mom.
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I agree with motherbumper, maybe that could be Calvin peeing on a Chevy logo.
Oh and I think you need to add a hounddog in the back, then you’ll be really styling.
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Ok! Well I’m stuck over here in compact car HELL! I’d give ANYTHING to have my Toyota Tacoma over here in Singapore. If I had anything bigger I’d be dangerous - as I would most likely run over the morons on the way to/from work each day. Soooo many times I thought to myself, “I wish I had a Hummer!” since I’ve been here. I don’t see how people can live without a pickup truck. So, give her a name and drive her like you stole her! Yehaw!
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Get her fully insured, wreck her (make sure to total it) then use that 800 dollars for a down payment on one you like. Blatant bragging ahead: I’ve got a lifted F250 Lariat edition and I lurve her. Never thought I would, but she has really come in handy out here in the middle of no where! She’s not brand new- about 7 yrs old, but she’s very pretty anyways!
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OMG…you can come live here now. You would totally fit in!!!
And btw, you will make that truck sexy as hell. When it warms up, get in there wearing a red string bikini and you’ll be the next Daisy Duke
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Please don’t remove the stickers from the window — I think they may be what holds the thing together.
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Too funny! We have one of those in our drive. I tis my husbands baby but it wont go in reverse, or up hills. At least yours runs!
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Too friggen funny, I laughed till it hurt. I have one in my yard too, it’s my dad’s, it doesn’t even start. OMg this was too funny
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Oh yeah, baby. That’s LUUVVV!!! Got any duct tape on it yet?
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Dave has some bull horns that are already mounted on a nice slab of wood that would go great on the hood of that clunker.
Hey, look at it this way. When it does fall apart, it’ll look great on your front lawn.
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LMAO. This is exactly something my husband would do. Be careful what you wish for and all that. I’m VERY specific when I voice a wish to him.
But look on the bright side. At least you won’t care about throwing the smelly rubbish in the back!
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I’ve got a nice camo strip with ‘Git R Done’ on it that would like right nice on that there truck
Really - you can have it. Before my husband puts it on our truck…
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I love the Nascar sticker! Classy!
Cheers
BC
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Baaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahaha!
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OMG, I am lmao right now. I have needed a laugh too. Thank you for sharing. Can’t wait to read through the archives!
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I will drive my fanny to Alberta and take that truck off your hands right now. If you want to haul wood, and garbage, and crap, why do you want a nice shiny truck? The rust bucket is perfect for that, and you don’t have to worry about scratching or denting it (which you will if you are hauling wood or garbage.) Beat the snot out of it while saving your pennies for something shiny to take to the supermarket.
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Never mind pink paint, or camo - let Fric and Frac practice their art on it! Give them each a couple cans of spray paint, and tell ‘em to have at it. You won’t need to spend alot of money covering the rust, and you’ll have an original work of art, to boot! And when you do get the nerve
/have the opportunity to drive it downtown, you can proudly say, “Hang THAT on your fridge, soccer mom!”.
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I think its a pretty truck. My Daddy always loved that commercial “say it with Kyrlon!”
My honey ‘towed’ home one of these farmer trucks. It was the BEST experience of my life. Someone before we bought it tried to steal it broke the ignition and hotwired it. Well “my Boo” put me in a push button ignition. Then the neighbor kid found out and “moved” it down our drive way. So my honey installed a industrial key switch so that the button would only work with the key. Not kidding folks! LOL
We had that truck for a long time. I love to fish so my Honey installed me a nice radio and some speakers, the speakers could be pulled out from behind the seat and set on the roof so you can hear it good. He could hear me coming home from all directions with the glass packs rumbling loud, sweet! LOL
We moved to ‘the burbs’ and our oldest son joined the middle school football team. I would come rumbling up in my old rusty truck and all those boys would scramble over to see it in awe! LOL The horn didnt work so my Honey again came through, installed me a nice air horn so I could honk when the kids made a touch down.
But this gets better.
The school was new so it didnt have a sound system yet on the field so the cheerleaders had a hard time hearing their music to do their half time show. So I drove my old rust old truck on the field and pulled out those speakers and let it rip! LOL
After winning a couple games I wanted to help keep incentive going.
I told them if they won the next game I would spray paint my truck their school colors. Well they did! I dont know how many cans of paint later and snorting paint out of my noses (I forgot to where a mask LOL) my truck was the colors of the Denver Bronco’s! (their school colors) YOu should have saw their faces as I drove that truck up to their field! LOL I made sure it was washed and rolling every game night for them! home and away it was there.
They had to honk the horn or touch the truck as they walked to the field every game! They named it the ‘Hornet Mobile” after their school mascot, the Hornet.
Next game I told them if they won, I would paint all their numbers on the truck. We won!! Woo Hoo!
I was out their all day painting and highlighting their numbers.
I think I was having more fun than them!
Next promise was,, you win this next game, I will get paint pens and You all can sign the truck. It was officially no longer my truck, it was theirs.
We won again! Kids every where around the truck signing it. Players and cheerleaders, and The coaches! I was informed that the coach told ALL the players that they were to sign it for luck! LOL
We won the District championship that year and their Bowl game. Which I drove that old truck all the way to the Bowl game, transmission leaking on the muffler and it was a smoking. All those kids piled on that old truck and got their pictures taken. The “Hornet Mobile” was even written up in the local paper.
At the football banquet the Moms were trying to figure out how to take part of a door down to get it into the school. LOL I said No its draining a lot of tranny fluid now, lets keep it outside the doors. Good washing, chrome shined and some balloons tide to its mirrors, the kids stood next to it and had their parents taking pictures.
One of the little boys told his Mom “Mom can we paint our truck like theirs?” LOL She said “No Honey I dont think Daddy would like the Tahoe painted like that, plus that truck needed it.” LOL She was right!
I was a horrible time in our life right before we got that old truck. I have to say it gave us some much joy, laughter and memories to last a life time. The Hornet Mobile finally went to truck heaven a couple years ago. I can honestly say I cried. How much joy and fun that old rustly, smokey truck gave so many people.
My son enlisted in the Military this year and when he was being sworn in one of the boys from that town we lived in recognized us and my son and him sat down and talked before they shipped off to different bootcamps.
So honey, “say it with Kryon!” Just like my Dad said and make some memories!!
I’m sorry this is so long, but I wanted to share my farmers truck story with you.
Love your old truck, it will love you back!
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