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I was at the Golden Corral with my plate waiting for a piece of steak. I was dressed in one of those woodsy camo shirts, untucked, and a camo cap and blue jeans.
A woman comes up behind me and whispers in my ear, "It didn't work."
"What didn't work", I replied.
"I can still see you."
I just had to grin. It was working better than she knew. The shirt wasn't to hide me, it was to hide the 44. :lol:
A woman comes up behind me and whispers in my ear, "It didn't work."
"What didn't work", I replied.
"I can still see you."
I just had to grin. It was working better than she knew. The shirt wasn't to hide me, it was to hide the 44. :lol: