After our close run in with some angry truckers with butt whoopin' on
the brain you may have thought that would be a good time to knock off
the shenanigans, it would have been but we were dumb. For a while
there when ever it was just us boys we would get on the citizens band
and rile up the locals and the hundreds of truckers passing by on the
freeway every hour. There was a pretty major fuel stop in the next
town over from ours and at any given moment there was one local
prostitute or another slyly propositioning the passers-through with a
ridiculously simple code to break.
“Hey there big fella would you be interested in some 'Home
Cooking'? You would only need to bring me thirty 'Roses'.”
What could it mean? We needed no enigma machine to figure out what
those local ladies had on offer and we loved to antagonize them and
did whenever we could. We would often decode the message and tell the
truckers that she wanted to have sex with them for money. The ladies
would yell at us and tell us to get off the air and the truckers
would threaten to beat us up. Hilarious. Sometimes we would even pose
as truckers and make a deal and then lead them on until they figured
out it was joke and then they were really pissed. My friend started
asking all the truckers and ladies a single yelled question, “Thick
or long what is your preference?” and after a while just, “Thick
or long?”. Once it devolved to that the fun went out a little and
after about six weeks we just lost interest and left the roadside
hookers and their clients alone.
