FrankieGoes posted:

Pretty sure independent trucker is still literally zero business experience. Like companies that only employ independent truckers do all the "business" for you and all you do is drive your truck and get blowies in parking lots and shout racial epithets out your window. Everything else is taken care of for you.

Gridlocked posted:

Fries.

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Kthulhu5000 posted:

Doobie felt a gurgling sensation in his stomach, followed by an uncontrolled trembling in his bowels. Legs shaking, he collapsed to all fours on the kitchen floor of Doobie's Dowg SHACK and started retching. He felt his pants being stretched, and then heard a ripping sound as a million hot dogs blew through the fabric and out of his anus, urethra, and mouth in a continuous stream, the sheer whooshing noise of their exit overwhelming Doobie's screams.

Tasha just stood in the doorway, mindlessly gnawing on a Checker's burger procured from the restaurant across the street. Ketchup began to pour from her eyes, nose, and mouth as she gazed upon Doobie's distressing transformation from man(?) to wiener-link man. Taking one tremendous bite of her burger, she let it fall out of her mouth, followed by the guttural drone of "PILED HIGH" emanating from her mouth at random times. The windows turned purple, ominous black clouds began to gather in the sky above the restaurant, and the cutest little chickadee's eyes turned blazing green as it began tweeting a funeral dirge in brilliant spotlight beam of sunlight.

A Mexican man driving a beat-up Chevy pickup slowed down in the street, idled for a bit to watch the scene unfolding at the restaurant, and then slowly coaxed his truck's ancient engine back up to driving speed. He didn't bother to cross himself as he drove off; it was just another Alabama hot dog day, after all.

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bunky posted:

gj doobie