.Happy hour belongs to America's best-loved thugs
Here come the four-wheel drive prosthetic penises
Got your gun racks, tractor tires and lynch mob drivers, we couldn't find a chick to sit in the middle
So we drink ourselves sick, lean out the windows and pinch ass instead
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