Well, Rule #1 in Mickey's truck is: No whores and no drugs. So...
''I don't know.''
''J.B.Hunt driver with his britches on fire!''
When Mickey catches me off guard with one of his jokes, I do laugh hysterically. This one especially sent me into hysterics. I can only say that it was around 5am and my senses were not all online and active yet. It really wasn't funny, but that's exactly why it was so funny. Most of the time, though, I have to force a pity chuckle.
Mickey hates alot of different groups of people. He hates black people. He hates Latinos. He hates Indians (both people from India and Native Americans). He hates gays, lesbians, bisexuals (which is bullshit and doesn't actually exist, in his opinion), and transgenders (which he won't even talk about specifically and instead refers to them as ''those other things''). He hates liberals. He hates Yankees. He even hates other truck drivers, especially those employed by J.B.Hunt, Schneider, and Swift. It's this last group of people that he jokes about. He literally has thousands of these jokes in his arsenal. I've already heard about one hundred of them and it's only day six.
''How do you separate a J.B.Hunt driver from his student?''
''I don't know.''
''With a crowbar!''
''Heh, heh.'' Too late. I'm fully awake and unamused now.
''You have to pry them apart! With a crowbar!''
''Oh yeah. I get it. Heh, heh. Funny.''
No. Hell to the no. Not at all. Nope.
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