Listen up city-slicker. When I was just a young sprout growin’ up in the backwoods of Alabama, I woke up one mornin’ an’ my Pa said to me “Son, Y’need to get out of the house and train yerself some Pokemans to become a real man”. Now Pa was an awful fierce drunk, an’ I tried to explain to him that there weren’t no Pokemans and that it were a vidya game from China or sum-tin. But for that Pa’ gave me a whoopin’ real bad.
So now that I’m a man, I put this here “Decal” on the back of my pickup truck, because I love my Pa, America, and Freedom, so if you don’t got this here decal, then you hate America, and you should just move to Canada you Red-Bellied-Commie.
Decal is 6 inches by 4 inches.