The token soccer mom SUV. Usually has 4-5 bumper stickers on the tailgate bragging about how her little shit plays little-league soccer and/or is an honor student at the local middle school.
I laugh everytime I see a suburban in my neighborhood because they're so predictable. Always being driven by an overweight 35-40 year old woman.
An ornamental feather afixed to the top of the shaft of the male genitalia.
The lottery winner can carelessy parade around the office wearing nothing but a cockplume.
Guitars that look badass but play like crap. I've tried at least a dozen out at local guitar stores and they all suck.
I'm going to buy a B.C. Rich that looks like a Flying-V because I can't afford the Gibson model.
We know how to do it and we do it real well.
Born to raise hell, born to raise hell
Play that guitar just like ringing a bell
Now I'm ready to close my eyes
And now I'm ready to close my mind
And now I'm ready to feel your hand
And lose my heart on the burning sands