Whiskey Toots, Straight Up…

During that summer of 1956, you learned that the life of a grocery delivery boy isn’t all doom and gloom. You learned that putting the right perspective on things can lead to all kinds of opportunity. You learned that “your drink” is whiskey… straight up… You learned that cool is just plain cool – no matter what you wrap it in. You also learned that the latest TJJ or H.A.M.B. shirt is all you need in a pinch. They are, after all, America’s only 100% cotton aphrodisiac.

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Fellas… fellas… fellas… Thank you all for supporting the joint and buying a t-shirt. We sold a shit load and suspect many of you are going to have one hell of a summer with them. How couldn’t ya?

In any case, we are finally caught up on shipping here at The Jalopy Journal World Headquarters and if you haven’t gotten your order already, you should be getting it soon. I can’t thank ya all enough for your patience. This two-person family operation isn’t all that efficient for such projects, but you can be assured that a certain amount of Cochran love went into each and every package we dropped off at the post office. Enjoy your threads…

Last minute orders can be made here.