If you want to buy a jacked-up gigantic diesel 4x4 pickup truck with huge mag tires that's fine with me...but you better fucking use it. If you have one of these monsters and it is NOT covered in blood, mud, scratches, and dents then you're a phoney with a little dick. You should be knocking over trees and hauling boulders every waking minute.
I saw one of these at H.E.B. the other day - taking up FOUR parking spaces - that didn't have a mark on it. It was chromed out and spotless. I thought, man that guy must have a microscopic dick! His dick is probably just a theory some physicist came up with!
"Here we have the nucleus of the atom, then the proton, then - smaller still - the electron, then the quark, and then this guy's dick. It can't be detected with any known technology, because it's so small, but we believe it is there."
I've got a small mid-size pickup. Why? Because I live in a city. I'm not going to be uprooting sequoias or transporting space shuttle parts. I might, and this is a HUGE might, help a buddy move a couch or a beer keg. I don't need a truck big enough to hold senate meetings in to survive...and neither do most of the idiots who have these trucks.
