![]() |
|||||||
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
|
|
|
"If
Ya Wanna Git to Heaven... You Gotta Raise a Little Hell " |
|
|
|
"Tequilla
'n' Tears " |
|
|
|
"Don't
give a S--t 'bout no two bit " |
|
|
|
Found this table top in the trash...it was sturdy, heavy and tough like an old hilbilly. Inspired by livin' a rock `n roll life o' hard knocks, this baby's been painted with passion and pain! Life in the underground can be a bitch sometimes...and so can the people that live down there with ya!
|
|
|
|
Ever hear of the band X-COPS? Well, if you haven't,
you'd best go down to your local record store and order their album "You
have the right to remain silent"...if you don't, your collection is
seriously lacking in badass! This table's paint job was inspired by cop-hating
anthem "The Party's Over" - a fanciful little diddy that'll make ya
wanna go out and bash the windows in on a cruiser tonight!!! Not for
the faint o' heart. |
|
|
|
Assholes. Jerks. Bitches. Yeah, they're all around us. Your band
plays a show and nobody comes except your mom...your mom and the Devil.
When the pricks let ya down...you know he never will. |
|
|
|
Heart, Shop, Rot!
Some people come along `n twist your fragile mind. Some lovers come
along and make a mess of ya! They find your body in a rotting pile
o' steel, bring ya home from the junkyard, grind off all the rust and
start putting ya back together. You're looking good for a while, gettin'
all shiny painted and feelin' like a hot rod once more, then the day
you're engine's supposed to be dropped in place, they never show up
at the garage...ever again!!!!!!! |
|
|
|
Ever had beer goggles somethin' fierce? Ever just wanted to cut the shit and get to business? Ever get turned on by a simple rock song? Ever drive drunk...and fast as hell? Well, hopefully if you have done any of the above, you make it home alive to laugh your ass off about it the next morning....this table is a tribute to "assholian" behaviour! |
|
|
|
"Ain't
Gonna Lay Down `n Die Darlin'" When you're past the point of giving two shits anymore. When your beer is your new room-mate and the one you once drooled over is starting to look a little less smokin' hot then they once did. When you realize you're gonna survive! |
|
|
|
|
|
Sometimes luv'll turn ya into the walking dead. Sometimes you don't come back. Sometimes you get so burned, the only thing left to do is kill the object of your desire. Eat `em. Devour `em. Then move on and drag yourself, with your tattered zombie rags, into the ocean. "Six Hundred and Sixty Six Zombie" babes is for any girl who lives like everyday is Hallowe'en. |
|
![]() |
![]() |
|
|
![]() |
![]() |
|
|
|
![]() |
|
|
|
|
![]() |
![]() |
|
|
Creamy-gold flames lick at the endless black that follows through this glossy black table. Perfect for the person who fancies a mixture of hard rock and smooth lounge. You'll put martinis on this one, not Labatt 50's! |
|
![]() |
![]() |
|
|
| • ![]() |
![]() |
|
|