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Doesn't having 'Hanging Balls' on the back of ya truck....just give female drivers, something to AIM for?

BuzZz wrote:

Triumphgirl wrote:Dear Guy with the suped up 4 wheel drive with the set of balls hanging from your bumper...are you friggin serious? Your a cheesball!!! So stop looking at yourself in the mirror and drive.

Hey...pissoff and leave my dam truck out of this. Serious.....



I LIKE cheese.

Please dont tell me your serious....nooooo, i had a completely different picture of you in my head. And please dont tell me to pissoff.

CentralOzzy wrote:HEY!
Doesn't having 'Hanging Balls' on the back of ya truck....just give female drivers, something to AIM for?

Sure...with an ooozie!!! Way too much testosterone hanging from that kind of truck.

Sorry, the 'pissoff' was in character for a truck with plastic balls hanging off it.

Which my truck doesn't have, and never will. All it has is a toolbox and a bunch of oil-spray from compressor starter exhausts. There is no place you can park on a lease and not get that craap all over the truck. Never start a compressor with the truck windows down.......

And I religiously avoid looking at myself in the mirror. Once a day is more than enough for me.

But I really do like cheese.

BuzZz wrote:Sorry, the 'pissoff' was in character for a truck with plastic balls hanging off it.

Which my truck doesn't have, and never will. All it has is a toolbox and a bunch of oil-spray from compressor starter exhausts. There is no place you can park on a lease and not get that craap all over the truck. Never start a compressor with the truck windows down.......

And I religiously avoid looking at myself in the mirror. Once a day is more than enough for me.

But I really do like cheese.

Phew! Glad to hear it BuZz, I was going to have to end our relationship.
As long as it isnt blue cheese..... I dont understand blue cheese, its mold. Why would a person purposely eat mold.

Triumphgirl wrote: As long as it isnt blue cheese..... I dont understand blue cheese, its mold.....

That ain't cheese, it's garbage.





Cheese is yellow, or orange.










Maybe white, if there's a pizza involved someplace.......




My best friend, on the other hand, drives a lifted Dodge with 40" Thornbirds, open dual exhaust, LED's all over.... inside and out, a million-watt stereo pounding out bass too low to hear, SuperBee stickers and a hood scoop. He would have dangle balls on it, but they aint quite cheezy enough for his taste.....

BuzZz wrote:

Triumphgirl wrote: As long as it isnt blue cheese..... I dont understand blue cheese, its mold.....

That ain't cheese, it's garbage.





Cheese is yellow, or orange.










Maybe white, if there's a pizza involved someplace.......




My best friend, on the other hand, drives a lifted Dodge with 40" Thornbirds, open dual exhaust, LED's all over.... inside and out, a million-watt stereo pounding out bass too low to hear, SuperBee stickers and a hood scoop. He would have dangle balls on it, but they aint quite cheezy enough for his taste.....

Is he really short? I am doing a poll, the bigger the truck, the shorter the dude...so i observed...in my travels.
And everything tastes better with cheese on top

He's average height, maybe an inch or so shorter than me. Him and his kid aggressively compete to see who has the cheeziest truck. Dad wins....

However, it has to be said.......

It is stupidly easy to fill that truck with cute and willing (granted, not very bright) women. There is something of a desirable element to that, ya know?.......

Of course, I myself either ride a sportbike with no pillion seat or drive my Hyundai most of the time. It is amazingly difficult to get a woman of any description to go for a ride with either of those........

Nah...I bet it's the sweat pants.

blues2cruise wrote:Nah...I bet it's the sweat pants.

What's really funny is that I haven't actually had a pair of sweats in years. But my buddy with the truck wears them all the time.

Hhmmm..... it did seem funny, now it seems rather less so.....

Maybe I should get me another truck, jack it up and buy some sweats.....

...but dam, I can only take listening to some chick with 1/2 LB. of metal in her face talk about shopping, clothes, and why her best friend is out to ruin her life because they both wore purple to Janet's party last weekend for a very short time before the passenger door opens and my foot punts her out onto the street..... and the fact she's 40 years old and that's still all she can talk about just scares me.....

Forget the truck, I'll stick to my jeans and my empty car.

I can always borrow Buddy's truck if it gets bad enough.....