You should write a country song about it.
Pretty much.My dad's ghost bought me a truck
And it gave me a hand when I ran outta luck
My dog died and my bathroom sucks
So I gotta sell my beloved truck
It's gone to truuuuuuck heaven now
And and I can't say I aiiiin't gonna cry
I'm gonna miss that hunk of junk so hard
Wanna go to truuuuuck heaven when I die
Be nice to Mrs. Wein. If she leaves you for a beefcake named Bobby Earl, there ain't a red solo cup big enough to drown them sorrows.Pretty much.
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