Bob:  I remember the day I met Jason. Looked like he’d been slapped in the mouth with a dead racoon. Stunned. Shaken. Bad taste in his mouth. Jason tried to sell his RV himself. Potential buyer calls. Jason treks out to the storage lot. Fires up the furnace. Ring-Ring. Uh, listen my wife, uh, needs me to pick up some yarn. We do this tomorrow? I love coming out to the boonies to meet nobody at all. What a load of bull. Third time this month. Tough break for Jason. But not you, you know better. And you know Rick Showers from No Bull RV sales. He’s gonna sell your RV for you. Already has the customers. They’re here every day. Ain’t that right, Rick?

Rick:  That’s right, Bob.

Bob:  And the folks at No Bull really want your RV. Rick does the work. You get the price you want. Everybody wins. Ain’t that right, Rick?

Rick:  Right again, Bob.

Bob: Don’t be a Jason. Bring it here. We’ll sell it for you.

And that’s No Bull

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