Little Pink Houses and All That Shit

It’s a midwestern wet dream folks, a hot-rod ‘62 Chevy ll parked outside DQ. Where’s Fonzie, Ritchie, and the gang? How ’bout Jughead and the Riverdale kids? Gone you say? End of an era? Say it ain’t so! It’s true people, and the new crew is a bunch of ass draggin’, meth smokin’, rice tunin’ retards raised on “Insane Clown Posse”, internet porn and “Extreme Pibb”. (wasn’t the original Mr. Pibb confrontational enough!?!)
So it was a pleasant surprise to stumble across this rig, it’s so goddamn apple pie it hurts! Check the “Hoosier” boots, low profile mags and of course the massive blower comin out the hood. Much sexier than some dip whackin’ away at a Mac in a freakin’ Civic. Long live Foghat you little pricks! Up your ass!