I love horror movies. Even the cheesy ones. But one of the most horrifying things that I must constantly be exposed to and appropriately recoil in terror from are men who drive those huge trucks that are totally lifted with the tractor tires, with the ear-splitting race car engines & custom paint jobs – often wearing those awful, popular-in-the-80’s wraparound mirrored sunglasses.
I think to myself: Is this a well thought-out moving vehicular paen to mullet culture from days gone by? Or, perhaps, are they all somehow related to a pro-wrestler? Maybe they’re on their way home from jail after serving 5 years for spousal abuse or a DUI/gang rape after an out of control kegger party? I don’t know, and I probably never will. And come to think of it, these are also the same trucks and people that sport those repulsive Calvin-peeing-on-things stickers.
Calvin urinating on a Dodge emblem. Calvin urinating on a Ford emblem. Calvin urinating on a Chevy emblem. Calving urinating on Osama Bin Laden. Calvin urinating on France. Calvin urinating on Iraq. Calvin urinating on gun control. Calvin urinating on Nike. Calvin urinating on Spam. Calvin urinating on Satan.
But then, conversely, you’ll see the opposite sticker (maybe on the abused wife’s car) of Calvin knelt down before a big Christian cross. Now, what the hell is the connection between a slightly devilish imaginary cartoon character boy, poor urination habits and a devotion to Jesus? I’d like to have been in that marketing meeting…
“Chad, get Bill Watterson on the line…you know, the comic nerd who draws those Calvin and Hobbes cartoons. I’ve got the most groundbreaking idea…it’s going to impact our entire culture and change the way Americans express their aggression towards enemies as well as their deepest, most cherished religious beliefs. I thought of it in the can while I was reading one of those free Gideon bibles that I stole from Doubletree Inn during my last business trip to Tulsa. USA! USA! USA!”.
If they really wanted to expand their marketing empire, they’d create a sticker of Calvin urinating on a Scientology symbol. Tom Cruise would be so mad that he would go on national television blasting the stickers all the while creating massive exposure and sales for them.
Well, he’d go on television AFTER John Travolta had finished urinating in his mouth. You see, he’s only mad because HIS sticker will never come out.
Anyways, back to the trucks…and speaking of said trucks, often they usually have another frightening aspect: the girl that is sitting in the middle of the front seat, right next to ‘her maynnn’.
Why do I want to kill babies when I see this? Because I’m afraid they will grow up to be one of these vacant slabs of white scroti.
Besides, what’s the purpose – is it for this homophobic, uber-masculine specimen to prove to his friends that he’s really not gay? And… these are usually those dudes who whistle and yell at girls walking down the street or just walking by wherever they are. Tell me….does this ever REALLY get you laid? Or is it just some outdated male bonding thing to prove that you like girls instead of your friend with the nice thighs sitting next to you? Oh wait, that’s your GIRL sitting next to you. You were daydreaming about Chuck again, weren’t you?
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