re: #47 Targetpractice

Always love how discussions about 70s fashion inevitably end up sounding like somebody at confessional: “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. Back in ‘77, I wore a neon yellow silk leisure suit that was visible from orbit.”

“That’s pretty bad, my son.”

“Oh, but Father, that’s not the worst of it. I wore it while wearing alligator leather platform shoes!”

“Well, it could be worse…”

“And I did this while dancing to disco!”

“…son, you’re gonna need a shovel, because you’re in pretty deep shit.”

Jeepers creepers! You say that like there’s something wrong with it! Take a chill pill you jive turkey. It’s all copacetic. Peace out, my man.