There was once a time in this country when freight didn’t even reach the interstate until many beers and lung darts were consumed over a contentious debate about the best David Allan Coe songs.
Remember when you were a kid and getting a diesel truck driver to honk his horn at you was one of the greatest victories in life? Some poor son of a bitch hauling auto parts from Topeka to Chattanooga could make your day like an authentic American hero.
If you asked any fifth grade male in 1981 what he wanted, “Two rednecks being chased by a fucking idiot” was on a very short list.
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College kickers blasting 58-yarders like it’s a PAT … listen, when I was a kid every kicker was a fat immigrant who was sweating like a whore in church whenever a field goal was over 40 yards. Other old guys will confirm this to be accurate.
Kojak goes to Las Vegas in order to question Liberace and they end up talking about Doc Severinsen because it was the 70s and this was therefore somehow fucking normal.