Stopped by to see the fine lads at HCHQ and, will any luck see the progress on the next acquisition. Mrs and I stroll in at 7:01 (just opening the door before Jim could slam it and lock us out) and there before my eyes, a nearly-complete Big Dummy.
My nearly-complete Big Dummy...
With the olive-drab color and the sand colored Fat Frank tires, it looks sort of military. Something out of rat patrol, maybe. I need to wear an Aussie Bush hat when I pick it up.
Nah, that'd be dorky. And the Mrs doesn't abide dorky.
Do ya, hon?
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gah. S U C H
Proof that Brother Yam did not marry me for my typing skills.
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