Drive Big Trucks, Make Big Bucks!

Why is it that whenever I see an ice cream truck go by I think they have dead bodies hiding in there.  The music they play makes me so depressed and sad and happy all at the same time.  Anyhow, speaking of trucks one time I was being driven to take a lady companion of mine home when a large semi-truck was driving insanely close to our car.  I casually told the driver of the truck to fuck off with a finger gesture and the driver followed us (honking and swerving the whole way) all the way to my lady friend's home.  The driver then got out of his truck with a baseball bat and threatened to bash my head in.  Lucky for me, my lady friend's father happened to be a Georgia State trooper and had the man arrested.  The moral of the story is that you're going to piss off a truck driver you best be prepared to fight to the death because those crazy, lonely. diesel huffing meth addicts are ticking fucking timebombs.  Mistress Violet Strychnine here with another full throttled face full of throttling.  What happens when you let the master of horror Stephen King direct his own work?  The 1986 truck stop masterpiece Maximum Overdrive that's what.  Take one part Emilio Estevez, two parts AC/DC, and three parts machines gone wild (especially trucks) and guess what you got?  A bunch of dead people in a Gas and Sip that's what.  Only 10 days left of Halloween my lucky little parasites.  Ask yourself this the next time you're on the open road: Are you driving your car or is your car driving you?  No really, ask yourself.  I'm curious.