Cigar ashes, dried beer foam, dead gnats, remnant chicken bones and BBQ potato chips stuck in my beard..my flytying bench work area redolent with the scent of belches and chili farts.....and I'm gonna worry 'bout a few scraps of fur and feathers littering my lap?
Ye gods man...what has the world become? How the fuk did we ever make it out of the cave? (Hey,....If you find a manly flytying apron pattern could you send it to me? The OL is givin' me the stink eye over my slovenly habits 'cause I share a craft room with her).
Ye gods man...what has the world become? How the fuk did we ever make it out of the cave? (Hey,....If you find a manly flytying apron pattern could you send it to me? The OL is givin' me the stink eye over my slovenly habits 'cause I share a craft room with her).