Dear Truck Nuts, Your 15 minutes of fame is over. The human race is done staring at a ball sack through the glow of brake lights at 7:00 am while trying to wolf down an Egg McMuffin in the car, already late to work and filled with road rage from being cut off, nay, almost run off the road by a truck that’s been lifted so high that the driver needs a parachute to get down. By having a gigantic truck, everyone already knows your owner is overcompensating for having a small d**k (which he thinks is huge), but then…