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Chucking Moon Rocks on the Back of my Pickup Truck
Chucking Moon Rocks on the Back of my Pickup Truck Wade chucked a rock at the back of his pickup truck. He loved his pickup truck, it was the best one in the entire moon, literally. There was none other in the entire rocky place, no siree. He loved that truck. He washed it, he took care of it, he drove around in it. The job wasn't much, but it was an honest day's work, chucking rocks at the back of his truck, driving around to where the computer told him to, stopping, getting out, chucking more rocks. Even an i***t could do it, but he'd get bored very quickly. Wade was the perfect kind of i***t, he could both do the job and not get bored. No siree, all he needed was his country songs and his beer and his trusty ol' truck. Songs were easy to obtain, and the computer could even make mor
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