You know you're a chicken hauler when they comp you at the scale with restaurant, hotel, and movie rental coupons because they know you're gonna be there awhile.

hahathats one i havnt heard

you know your a chicken hauler when in the middle of sex you start hollering breaker breaker

You know you're a chicken hauler- even worse- when you come into port of entry and declarations in nevada and the state troopers comp you with discount coupons to all the brothels and whorehouses. Yee ha! Now that's a real chicken hauler!

you know your a chicken hauler when your log book lists each stop at a TA & your gold road king card has trucker bucks credits in the CB shop!

you know your a chicken hauler when after sex you ask "you got change of a 50"

seen any schnieder eggs lately

We always got comp. rooms at Kings 8 in Vegas & Always a 3 day invite to the New Years party at Boomtown!!!

actually took one out, the sonuvabiotch almost hatched

damn cant have anymore of them slow bastards out there

it was awful, damned thing had almost as much blood as a 12 point buck, i dragged that sucker put near 2 mile

poor schnieder eggs,,,,

You know yer a real chicken hauler when everyone you work with knows and remembers all 7 of your kids names...... Because their names are painted on the side of your truck. Runnin for mikey jr., marion, michkela, marvin, michelle, merle, and tonesha she nay nay. (got a little surprise from a lot lizard in gary/ lake station). And you know you're a real chicken hauler if under all your kids names on the side of your truck you have ??????? Question marks for all the illegitimate children you may have fathered.

back in the day! Idaho didn't salt their roads.
goin across 90 there's like 70 miles in there & its a hill.
So we hadnt put chains on were light so were gettin it & a mile from the top another truck looses traction & we all ended up stuck in the middle of the hwy. My EX having to get in coveralls & all to put the chains on for a mile!!!!!
He was soooo pissed!!

Somebody tell ME I don't know my rooster cruisers out here. I will tell you after 15 years out here straight...... You wrong.

You know you're a real rooster cruiser when you stop at the point of entry in wyoming or idaho and the state troopers greet you by name with a cup of coffee, a piece of moms apple pie and treat you like a rock star.

I dont care what you say.....someone get me a pack of cigarettes!!

aint that the truth

And you know you're a real smokey and the bandit chicken haulin mofo d!ck up throttle down ra ra rooster cruisin son of a b!tch when you walk into the T/A at 6 in the morning at lake station and all the truck drivers stop eatin and drinkin coffee and give you a standing ovation because you were the darn fool driver stupid enough to argue that you were not a class 9 vehicle at the ohio tollbooth going into indiana on 80/90 and that you had weight slips to prove it and you got angry and blew the tollbooth and led a oj simpson low speedlimit chase across indiana with 15 buford T ohios finest trying to stop you. And when you did stop well they beat you up for fun didn't they dumbass. Threw you in jail and charged you 192 dollars for runnin the tollbooth. 492 for the tow. 426 for impound. 404 for police protection and overtime fees. Plus who can forget the class 9 tollbooth toll of 37 dollars. Yup that's that longhair mother**cker that did what every truck drivin diesel jockeys wanted to do since they put in that piece of crap road across that piece of crap state heavily protected by those piece of crap security guards so called state police. Yes FOHIO. Just remember. They forgot the F. I'm the idiot that ran the toll booth. Thanj you! Thank you! Bows. Courtseys.