Every Regular guy in the early sixties did not have aspirations of being Ward Cleaver or That dude on "Father Knows Best". Oh sure, they wanted to uphold the American Dream, but really they wanted to live in the prehistoric version of Milwaukee or Indianapolis. They wanted to drink beer, smoke cigarettes, hang with their lodge brothers and talk shit about the wives they love very much.
Through all their adventures, they stayed loyal seekers of the American Dream. They were even mistakenly inducted into the Army. They never shirked their duty.
The boys had one goal. it was to get rich and then sit around the house, scratch their individual asses and do nothing.
the following commercials are offered as proof.
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