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Poor J.B. Hunt drivers always gettin' picked on.

Started by heatherrose, March 23, 2009, 03:45:44 AM

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March 23, 2009, 03:45:44 AM

I was driving through Indiana one night.
I came upon a J.B. Hunt truck on the side of the highway.
The driver was shining a flashlight into the fuel tank
and was peering down inside. I pulled over and walked
back to see if I could help him out. As I walked up
I asked, "What's the matter driver, ya outta fuel?" He
looked up kind of confused and said,
"Na, I'm outta Arkansas."


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