Your Unce Nate and his friend Don came out to the house yesterday and helped to class up our joint by hauling away our ridiculously redneck carefully curated collection of non-working vehicles.
Oh, blue truck, I think we'll miss you the most. I'm sorry my mother will never get to live out her dream of turning you into a big, gay* planter. At least you had a chance to be used in a big, gay** photo op.
Love,
Mom
* as in, "light, airy and fun."
** as in, "homosexual."
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