Mom, you had mentioned that there seemed to be a lot of pickup trucks outside of my gentlemen's club. Indeed. I cater to Southern Gentlemen, a noble breed who think with their honor and their courage and their manners and their gentrified manliness. Men who would never stoop to use so low an organ as the brain with its ignoble heritage and base interests. They are there to 'pick up' women. Hence the trucks. A simple matter, as it would almost have to be. Also, one can conveniently throw up in the back while driving without having to pull over or screw up your upholstery.
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