Hahaha in my defense, that isn't my truck. Met my buddy at TA in Lafayette. Hooked my boat up to his truck and rolled out. Coming over Exit 44 and he tells me, "Dude I think I'm running out of gas." Come to a stop on the side of I-10. I'm about to come unglued. I knew W was coming just hoped he was still behind me. Just so happened he had a fresh can of gas in back of his truck and was 4 miles behind me. Thanks again fellers. That's why I like to drive my own shot! We met at a gas station!
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