I think ol shameless woulda chuckled

Yesterday on the way to town, the closer I got to the highway, the worse it stunk. You knew some poor soul ran over a skunk. I turned on the highway and just over the top of the hill is a Ford pickup sitting along the highway and a guy outside heaving his cookies. I stopped and ask him if there was anything I could do. He kept saying, "my new pickup" over and over. He had just bought it and was on his way home from the dealership, a 2023 pickup. His 1st trip in it, had 43 miles on it.

Reminds me of something...  I usedta have mandatory recertification sessions that I had to go to, here in MD, to keep my pesticide application license.  they were held at local community colleges.  Me being a malcontent, at being held prisoner for a whole frigging day, listening to the same government BS for 8 solid hours, and having to pay $75 for a boiled chicken and rice lunch, I always brought along some entertainment, in the form of a box or 2 of stink bombs.  You know, the little glass vials that fit so well, under a toilet seat...  Well at around 11:30A, I rigged alla the seats on the closest mens room, then went to lunch.  At about 1P, I went back and there was a large industrial fan pointing toward an open hallway window, and someone's cookies projectile spurted onto a mirror over the sink. in a huge arc...