I love this kind of shit.

I guarantee that there are people out there that have this poster hanging on their wall....... I can picture a rough looking mother fucker in a plywood shack, by himself, opening a fresh Natty Lite, loudly singing Takin' Care Of Business by Bachman-Turner Overdrive, and stomping his good foot on the wooden floor while slapping his knee. Over looking the whole epic scene is this poster, hanging right above the doo rag rack.