You're hilarious...
So let's start with you Billy BigRigger.
You're a butthole. Plain and simple. You ride through the truck stop parking lot with your shiny chrome, chicken lights, straight pipes, uber-loud Jacobs engine brake, and your 45-degree mounted CB antennas which make you look like a retard. Your ego is bigger than the state of Texas and you have to be seen and heard from outer space in order to validate yourself and compensate for the lack of size of a particular part of your anatomy.
Then you waltz into the truck stop lounge complaining about how you won't move cheap freight for the next three days while you stare at the TV and tell other truck drivers how cool your truck is and that you deserve to be treated better because you're the best driver in the world. You then verbally assault the waitress in a sexual way while you gorge in mass quantities everything from fried chicken to beef liver covered in sumptuous gravy all the while swilling on a gallon of sweet tea because there is no other way to eat civilized on this planet. Don't forget the mess you made on your plaid shirt while your ice cream bowl at the self-serve machine overflows with sugary goodness.
You yell the Schneider and Swift drivers for being rookies while they are helping each other park around your sorry butt because you are so self-entitled you parked in front of the last two parking spots at the fuel island effectively removing the maneuvering room for a full-size truck and 53-foot trailer. You'll probably be there for the next three days anyway because of your protest of cheap freight.
You then complain about the company and companies you are hauling for saying that you're getting screwed over on pay all the while you just purchased a stripper-pole-sized gear shift lever with the last $100 dollars that was originally set out to be meal money because you've always wanted to look cool while shifting all 18-forward gears in your decked out rig. You're only getting 3 miles to the gallon but you're looking cool while you do it and no one is making fun of you.
Except, I am making fun of you, largely because you're a dying breed. No one is buying it anymore and you're a laughing stock even among those who work among you.
No one is impressed with you being rude, crude, and unwashed. Take a damn shower.
No one cares that your Peterbilt has chrome and sound like a herd of Harleys at 85 miles an hour.
Your chicken lights are blinding both four-wheelers and drivers alike.
You look like an idiot reaching for a gear shifter above your head and I hope you get a weird shoulder ailment because of it.
Your comments have not gone unnoticed to the waitress because many of us hear her crying in the back.
Your protests of cheap freight are going unheard but several drivers have claimed those loads already because they know if the wheels aren't turning you aren't making money.
Your complaints of high fuel costs are not registering with us because my Cascadia is getting more than twice your fuel mileage without really trying for it.
You look like a throwback to Smokey And The Bandit. You are not the Snowman and you are definitely no Bandit.
Complaining isn't solving your woes now, is it?
Here is what I suggest you do...
SHUT UP AND LET THOSE WHO WANT TO MAKE A LIVING DO SO!!! TAKE YOUR SORRY BUTT AND GO HOME!!! NO ONE LIKES YOU ANYMORE!!!
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