The new vest came in yesterday so I threw it in the truck when we left for the campground. I rolled one up and got ripped at 5:30 this morning, best part of the day, and started looking for it. I actually refrained from yelling out to my wife while searching the truck "have you seen my bulletproof vest?" Seemed like a good call.
I think I'll twist one up anyway and have another coffee, don't have to do jack today but screw around setting the campsite up.
I think I'll twist one up anyway and have another coffee, don't have to do jack today but screw around setting the campsite up.