First there was Pawn Stars. And, now that the show's success has proven America's fascination with watching desperate people trying to trade their worldy possessions for a few sheckles, we have been blessed with Hardcore Pawn.

With a name like that, you can almost smell the intensity. Which is a musky blend of dead roses and burning rubber. Anyway, here we have a woman keen to unload her vintage cash register to raise funds to satisfy her vintage, uh, physical needs.

Five hundred bucks? Good deal. That'll cover a week at Motel 6 with plenty left over to buy enough Mickey's Big Mouth to effectively blur what the guy you haven't seen for 30 years now looks like.

Enjoy the Lone Star freaking.

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