A trip to Dick's

I found myself in Dick's Sporting Goods and finally truly felt like an American for the first time in my life.

Vulgar shades are in!

Drive for show, putt for dough

Probably free

"What was the target doing in the master bedroom?," asked the detective.

I'm a fucking tool, right, but I had no idea that there were zillions of snacks
to set out to get the game to crawl right up and get shot.  Ingenuity!  Who has time
to wait?

Sending these to Levi Johnston on his birthday