Jessica Hopper hates the Pontiac.

She must have really hated spinning at that Chicagoist party.

Dear Ms. Hopper,

While I am beefy, with self-designed faux-tribal tat and nipple rings I never walk around shirtless. Ever. What really floors me, though, is that you knew my girlfriend drove a jeep!

Yow.

Sincerely,
Tankboy


And now, a typical scene at The Pontiac:


For the record, I still totally dig Jessica's writing, I'm just being cheeky.

FUN FACT: The sideways smiler in the photo is one of Photogal's ex-boyfriends!