Bison Belt
It is odd that I have made it this many years without the knowledge that I needed a bison belt. Hank’s sells one with a one hundred year warranty. My parents should have given me one fifty years ago. But I’m going to live forever, so I figured, sure, why not. They need to up their game, go for the two hundred year guarantee. They can call it the bison-tennial edition…
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