Trucks are awesome. You can do anything with a truck; go anywhere. I love my truck. My dogs love my truck. My family loves my truck. But even more so, my dogs love the BACK of my truck. All I have to do is pick up my keys, give them a little jingle jangle and I have 3 happy pups waggin their tales and butts completely out of control and almost, almost losing their crazy little minds.
What is it about the back of a truck that gets us so stirred up inside even more so than a free Vegas trip strip pole included? As kids it was seen as the coolest thing ever.. to get to ride in the back. It still is. Growing up you drank in the back of trucks, watched sunsets, hooked up, tail gated at football games, made out, slept, and crammed into them. Its a no wonder dogs love to hop in and hang out with their lips, tongues and slobber flying everywhere. Its complete madness. Its the best times of our lives.
As much as I love my truck I think that Bakersfield boys love their trucks more than the rest of the world loves chocolate. Trucks were created for Bakersfield. Surprised? Start counting the next time your out driving around.. it will go something like this: truck, truck, car, truck, huge truck, car, truck, massive truck, truck, homeless person.
In my opinion trucks are the greatest thing MAN ever came up with. For whatever reason all a guy has to do is say he drives a black F250 King Ranch and my heart and inhibitions literally are handed to him in a ribbon-just like that. Well, almost like that. Boys who drive trucks know how to have fun in my opinion. Its like a guy playing the guitar. Instant hot points.
I, unfortunately, am no different than my dogs and no different than a guy. That is why, if boys were dogs, they would still love trucks and I would still love both of them. Simple. As. That.
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