The stickers didn't make my truck gay.


The baby blue cap I put on my truck made it gay.


That's godzilla there on the dashboard. He's my co-pilot. If I'm every wondering about my next move, I just ask myself; "What would godzilla do?"
(you'd be surprised how well the 'make a lot of noise and then crush things' works.)

...and no, I don't wash my truck. A dirty truck keeps the pansies away. (the blood and carp eggs scares off most everyone else)