honking my horn for all the lady dippers out there who were abandoned by their families and now work at bass pro shops giving handjobs in the changing room for a pinch of that oh so sweet copenhagen wintergreen while they arrive to their cardboard box that they call "home" to find their drunk and angry boyfriend Derek with a belt wrapped around his neck, his pants down, a handful of lotion, and netflix and chill pt 4. of the hardcore orgy porn series paused 45 minutes in. only to wonder why God had hated them so much that he had their 1996 ford f250 repo'd and their children in social services custody. This is the story of many lady dippers and I will continue to honk my horn until I reach my final truck stop.