This evening we found ourselves following a commercial vehicle with a scrotum hanging from its back bumper. Go ahead, rub your eyes and then read that again. It still says scrotum.
I am not kidding.
The truck eventually turned into – get this – a CHURCH PARKING LOT.
When we got home, I looked at the website advertised on the truck. The business is a local agency of a national insurance company. This agency is run by a woman. There’s no way she knows about this, I thought to myself, so I called her.
SHE KNOWS.
Apparently she doesn’t mind employees decorating her company vehicles with giant reproductive organs as long as she doesn’t get any complaints. If anyone does complain, she’s warned the employee that she’ll have to castrate his truck. I guess she didn’t have the balls to say no from the get-go. Probably because he had bigger ones – HANGING FROM HIS TRUCK.
Turns out there’s at least one website that sells these things. Big surprise. They come in a variety of colors and some even light up when you hit the brakes. So if you’re at a loss to find the appropriate birthday gift for Uncle Rastus since they pulled fake hillbilly teeth off the market last week, why don’t you call this insurance agency – I’m sure they’d be happy to give you the URL.
