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 […]

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Lounge Lizards Unite

1977 Chevrolet Monte Carlo
cocaine and hookers beats amway sales meetings every time

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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