Bullshit. Are you kidding me or what?
I left freak’n South Dakota on Friday and I’ve had nothing but shitty weather for the past 1800 miles. Snow, snow and more freak’n snow. Believe me, I’m not paid tourist. I’m work’n my frozen fat ass off. 600 miles a day of snow and ice, snow and ice and every stupid freak’n dumb ass 4 wheeler along side of me, behind me and in front of me. And let’s throw in every jackass amateur trucker that doesn’t know his ass from his elbow. What a buncha morons.
Right now I’m in Carlisle PA. I have three drops at government installations in the area. That means having my truck searched and my ID checked three separate freak’n times. I’ve got to find out what is so damn important about the lumber I’m delivering that requires any type of security. No wonder we’re the country is going to hell in a freak’n hand basket.
I just spend $16 on some chicken, french fries and a roast beef sandwich at Roy Rogers. Welcome to the Northeast. It’s 29 degrees and the warmest I’ve been in a week. The Academy Awards are on and I couldn’t care less. I don’t think I’ve seen any of the nominated movies for the past three years. I’m too busy driving around in the freak’n snow.
