It wasn’t supposed to be like this You have seen us around. Marching like lemmings into big box home centers, we try to reconnect with our self reliant ancestry. Our grandfather’s built their own houses, but we need Bob Vila to show us how to fix the ceiling fan. We are secretly dark men. Hating ourselves while taking long drags on unfiltered Camels, we are miserable. Born into the most prosperous and dynamic generation in history, we pissed much of our potential away. Our superficial mantra is “He who dies with the most toys wins.” To this end, we shine custom chromed…
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