Because butter golems kept starting fires from their inner thighs rubbing together.

This is the gayest but also straightest conversation I've observed in a while during my time here.

Go to Poal chat!

Haha! Best in the thread

My feed had a floral shirt bought with it and another pair of cord pants... the third should be a Bob Ross afro wig.

Well well well, someone found some!

Rock-A-Billy style, baby! Straight black stove-pipe jeans so stiff they could stand up in the corner by themselves. Long enough to put two rolls in the cuff before you slid them down over heavy black engineer boots. White tee shirt, so you had someplace to keep your Pall-Malls (rolled up in the sleeve) on hot days. Black leather jacket.

We were the guys have the "Death to Disco" parties around the bonfire down at the lakeside park, smoking, drinking beer, and running over disco records.

We watched at the drive-in, as Vinny Barbarino debased himself in "Staying Alive" while we laughed at him. "Fucking fags."

I would so throw a 70s party just so I could wear that!