a set of rubber testicles.

i mean, seriously.

my truck would be so f'ing red-ro-sexual if it had a big set of blue rubber testes hanging from my trailer hitch.

I mean, come on, how else could I possibly tell the rest of the world that I am THE man around town?

One even hangs slightly lower than the other, just like mine. It's fixin' to be so prophetic.

Ladies, if you get in this F-150, you won't only see my rubber scrotum, but you'll probably see my dog tags hanging from the rear view mirror (i bought them at the county fair, never actually served active duty in the armed forces), my stetson perched atop the passenger headrest (never actually rode a horse, let alone roped a bronco), and my collection of Kenney Chesney 7-11 Nascar series plastic cups strewn about the cabin floor.

That's right, my tin of Cope is sittin pretty up in the visor and my cup of spit is sittin in the cup holder.

I am American made.

Currently listening : Love By The Beatles Release date: By 21 November, 2006