driving down the road. Minding my own business. And then this appears:
Attached to the trailer hitch on the truck that is ahead of me. And to make it even better.
When you step on your brakes. The deer waves its front legs at you, and the bullseye on its belly lights up.
Isn’t that just the most white trash thing that you have ever seen?
Well how about this:
Step on your brakes and it flops like a fish out of water. Reminds me of Southwestern Michigan and all of the bubbas that live there. The only thing missing in the truck that had the deer on it was a rifle rack in the window, and a can of PBR rolling around in the bed. Pabst Blue Ribbon for those of you who are not in the know about that.
Growing up in the farm belt, or the fruit belt, of Michigan was full of those kind of pleasures. Where you could go into any local bar and find PBR on tap. Yummy. Sort of like Old Milwaukee on tap. Which you could also find in most places.
I think that I just threw up a little in my mouth remembering.
Namaste.
