Save your sweaty bare midriffs for the next customer.
Free drink tickets and prizes from a tee shirt gun aren't going to lure me out to the bars either.
I'm just not interested.
I'm staying in tonight. I'll be in the condo drinking, chain smoking, and wind-milling an imaginary guitar
So Who's a loser, now?
There is nothing we can say about this incendiary 1971 album that hasn't been said. It is a classic, a kickstarter, a tearjerker and a pantydropper. This is a powder keg erupting from every wood panelled basement in suburbia. In its entirety, the record is as sentimental as it is visceral.
No tiki drinks tonight.
We prefer ice cold beer with this one.
XO,
Tiki T.
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