Bundy Stickers
My brother runs like a fag with a Bundy sticker-covered ute chasing him down. What goes better with ute and Bundy than a Bundy sticker on your ute?
The funny thing about Bundy utes is that every time I see one, I can’t help but think of how original the owner has been.
Tracking down and sticking all those Bundy stickers on your ute is like a work of art. It’s poetry in sticker form. The bloke down the road put his black and yellow Bundy sticker on the passenger side, and his red and black sticker on the driver’s side.
Which is laughable: Everyone knows they go the other way around.
People who say that decorating a ute with Bundy stickers is easy and clichéd and immature should just shut the hell up. I mean, when you’re doing some serious circle work, sometimes the only way other people can tell whose ute it is doing those massive rings is by the unique pattern of Bundy stickers.
How are the coppers supposed to know who’s already bribed ’em when you get caught driving home drunk if not by that unique pattern?
Those crazy country coppers. They only know which boys are driving home drunk because they were at the pub shouting them drinks.
No, that’s a lie. The coppers never shout, except when it’s to shout, “Leave your pants down and lie down flat on the ground. Put your hands where I can see ’em. Now put your hands on your arse cheeks. Now open up your arse for me.”
Some people like Jim Beam stickers. Now that is immature.
Some people use Jack Daniels stickers. La-di-fucking-da. How glamorous and upper class. No one from the country would waste their money on that rich-folk crap. Jack Denials more like it. Denials, he he, that’s funny for some reason.