The Pompous Jackass List

If I had to list every car that a pompous jackass drove in alphabetical order, I’d need a book with as many pages as the dictionary to even get half of them recorded on paper. That is why I’m going to provide you with a shorter, revised list of only the most pompous of the […]

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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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Kill or be killed

Saturday, on the way home from Cabela’s. Street racing is bad, mmkay. I let him win up the ramp.  Or, he let me think I let him win. I used to love ‘vettes, but this iteration kind strikes me as stupid looking.  Maybe it just needs the right accoutrements.

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