So you made that fine-lookin' truck into a redneck special, huh?
And you got it all from Uncle Foister.
I reckon you got yourself some protrudin' wood, there, fer shore.
Now don't you go fergettin' the red flag. 'Round these here now city parts, Smoky loves to give out tickets for protrudin' wood.
Sometimes I reckon the only reason fer shop rags to be red is acause o' that law.
I remember havin' to look up protrudin', yarn ago. The old lady and I had fun playin' with that word. I remember that, too.
Terry, 230RN
Original art by Maxime Schyns, credit in properties.