Truck Nuts 3 The Truckening

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A handsome man in a tie and suit talked up a beautiful mature woman, he worked for a dealership and wanted a big commission.  The man loosened his tie before clearing his throat" "So do you think you can convince your husband to purchase one of our trucks" 

The woman relaxed her posture before giggling "Yeah sure he is into this kinda shit but first meet me at the motel, I wanna show you why everyone calls me the throat goat"

The man cringed internally but he knew that the company was about to go under  'I cannot afford to lose this job' 

He awkwardly chucked a bit before giving her a little wink "I ill see you there at six"

"Alright I'll see you there" Said the woman before giggling on her way out.

The man sighed before walking from the show floor to his boss's office. "Hey boss I might have a sale but she wants to sleep with me before she buys it"

From behind the desk was a black albino midget, he looked up at his employee. "Im really gonna need you to take one for the team Vic"

"It's Victor! I don't call you Harambe do I Drake?" 

"Hey bro that's hella racist" said Drake. 

Victor raised his voice "Racist..RACIST! I went along with your dumb ass plan of a Truck only dealership, if that wasn't bad enough you thought it was a brilliant idea to put a pair of truck nuts on every truck, and to call the dealership Trucks and Nuts. Now I have to take this bitch to pound town just to feed my son"

Drake sighed "Im really sorry man I will figure something out, hey maybe we can get some truck vagina's in here"

Victor was so red in the face that he looked like he was about to blow his stack "No we need cars, and to lose the truck nuts schtick...What am I saying you never listen to me. Look Im gonna need to look for a new job soon if things don't change."

Drake stood up and grabbed his coat "I promise I'll get you a big christmas bonus, anyways I need to go home, I trust that you can lock up?"

Victor let out a sigh of relief " Alright man Im trusting you, and yeah I can lock up"

Drake walked out the back door to his large pink truck, it was jacked and resting 24's and there was a pair of big black truck nuts on the hitch. It was so high that his tiny ass struggled to get inside. He drove off the lot, then took the back roads to Pierre, and Jen's house.

As Drake pulled up to the house he could hear yelling inside. He parked his Truck, and jumped out of the Cab. As he got closer to the door he started recognizing who was yelling. "How come you never do anything but smoke weed. Like just taking out the trash or playing catch with Axel" Said Jen

"Hey I feed and water Shirley everyday" grumbled Pierre

Drake took a seat on the bench outside waiting for them to finish. 'They have been fighting a lot lately' 

Jen growled "Pierre Shirley is your responsibility, you are doing the absolute bare minimum" 

He scoffed aloud, rolling his eyes. In this moment, Pierre, resident stoner and proud owner of leopard gecko, Shirley, had two choices. Option A, the more intelligent of the two was sit down and listen to his wife's complaints, most likely reasonable ones and find a compromise. Option B, was stand on straight business and act like he was definitely not the problem. Due to the large amount of cannabis he had consumed earlier, option B it was.

"Are you fucking serious?! I am the backbone of this family! I work hard to put food on the table and feed all these kids!"

Jen deadpanned, getting even more done with his shit by the second. "We only have one kid and you are technically unemployed."