Messenger Puppet

I heard a radio ad for the Dream Palace last night.  What they meant to be selling:  Pussy These One on One exclusive Nude shows separate the Dream Palace from all other clubs. We are the only club in Arizona that offers a completely private nude performance. Get one of our mind-blowing entertainers nude in [...]

S-T-E-R-N!!!! You tell me.

P.S. Up close it’s a fake.

Your chariot suffers the ravages of time and crack.  All your shit falls off:  roof, exhaust, little black rub strip… Curb feelers your McMansion in the ‘burbs?  Well, that concept gets revisited too.

In case you wondered:  yes, rice did go out of style four fuckingly long years ago (at least); no, not everybody got the memo.

Cops on the bike path.  We’ll teach you to eyeball our college babes, Mr. Bike Commuter.

This is an ’89-92 Cougar/  I know, you’re already thinking dirty librarian and political aspirant Sarah Bone Palin at the mere mention of “Cougar.”  But wait.  There’s more.  It’s got a Thunderbird bumper, and not just any T-bird either – a Thunderbird SC.  On THAT car, SC stood for “Super[charged] Coupe.”  Obviously, on this car, [...]

Mr. Isuzu Amigo, the fine condition of your car reflects your destiny as a traffic fatality.  Just sayin’.

Fleagle, Bingo, Drooper Hmmm.  WalMart semi and plastic tacked on snorkel on a grocery getter that’s never even been muddy?  Karma?

This does not quite rise to the level of an Acid Flashback, since my only connection to one was that a short time,  sometimes asshole manager at the BK lounge (not one of these guys) drove a red one somewhere around this vintage.  Mostly, the point is “Hey look, an old car in Phoenix – [...]