Do the rednecks of Nephi plan on converging at Conoco at 8:30 pm on Friday night, or is it just an arbitrary occurrence? I was there for about 5 minutes filling up, and no less than 4 gigantic dinosaur guzzling trucks, complete with rust spots and No Fear stickers arrived. Also at least 3 out of 4 of them with a female riding "bitch" position. Don't get pist. I didn't come up with that name.
As I walked to the counter, there was a redneck purchasing his Grizzly chew. I saw him and thought, "Neat. His pants are as tight as mine." Except for his were probably about 7 inches too long, thus creating wrinkles from ankle to crotch. Also, complete with the worn out left ass-cheek circle from the cancer can, and the gleaming belt buckle legitimizing the whole ensemble. Cool.
As I walked out, there was another truck already parked, and by the time I entered my car, 2 more had arrived, seemingly randomly. I guess that is the cool place to go on a Friday night, to pick up one's chew and Conoco's equivalent of a Big Gulp.
Although, who am I to judge? I am currently writing a blog and watching Olympic diving by myself. Why can't the effing Americans ever get in without a splash?