Letting you back it out of the frat house driveway that one snowy day in no way entitles you to even look at it again. – Ron Rice
1977
They like you very much, but they are not the hell “your” whales.
FWIW, I have no explanation why my life keeps coming back to big Lincolns and Ford wagons. It certainly must be mere coincidence. Yeah, that could totally be it.

Atlantic City
For Some Reason…
Indulge your inner 70s mobster |
I have this uncontrollable urge to:
- go to University Lincoln Mercury for uh, no particular reason
- babysit for a dead guy who owns fried chicken joints.
Imperial star destroyer

If Darth Vader sold real estate with Uncle Bob instead of slapping swords with Ben K. of Tatooine.
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when you’re an asshole scoutmaster, because:

- if you’ve got to rear end somebody…
Best London taxi Ever
All rise… for the Rolls-Royce Phantom VI – BBC Top Gear.
Mrs. Shenstone
Leisure Suits and Gold Chains
I’ve got the obligatory Hendrix perm and the inevitable pinhole burns Now all down the front of my favorite satin shirt I’ve got nicotine stains on my fingers, I’ve got a silver spoon on a chain Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains… Pink Floyd, Nobody Home It’s the 1970s. You are […]
Read more "Leisure Suits and Gold Chains"Lounge Lizards Unite

Maybe the 70’s weren’t a complete waste of time after. Given the choice, I would take the Disco Stu/Larry the Lounge Lizard Monte Carlo over the middle management, “I’m late for that widget convention at the airport Super 8” Malibu every single time. “Progress” can kiss my leopard print covered/Hai Karate scented ass.
No, it’s not because you could do hookers and blow (simultaneously) on that giant hood. Well, not ENTIRELY because of that.
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