When I saw the story via Tweeter I “LOL’d” and planned to blog about it. But something that slipped my mind while on vacay was the need for speed in the pursuit and capture of blogging material. It’s not good enough to file an amusing story somewhere in the Cabinets of Your Mind (in the section labeled “Shirts”) for future reference — it must be Blogged with Extreme Prejudice immediately, lest someone else get there first.
Which brings me to the part where I link to DammitJanet’s post about the South Carolina woman who was charged with the rare and exotic crime of Driving While Trucknutted.
Trucknutz, yo. Available in a kaleidoscopic range of colours, for added diversity:
Obviously a popular item, though I can’t say I understand the allure. As a longtime pickup truck driver, Trucknutz make me feel guilty and confused… like when someone tells a joke and everyone in the room laughs but me. I understand why some people put things like racing stripes and even steer horns on their vehicles, but bolting Nutz to the trailer hitch seems a little humiliating for both the truck and driver. Who knows what message is conveyed by Trucknutz?? I shudder to think.
Trucknutz: just add them to the burgeoning list of things I find utterly incomprehensible, right up there with Facebook.
