I spent most of the morning today mocking a blacksmith in work who had made his own forged belt buckle. References to the LLBean Christmas 08 anvil catalog, the My First Anvil playset and the web 2.0 compliant e-Anvil and its corresponding Facebook group flew furiously.
Later that day, my belt buckle broke and I replaced it with the new Boy Scout web belt. It’s a fine belt with a quality latching mechanism and less “a small child threw up on my belt after eating peas” green. I was worried that people at work would catch onto the fact that I was wearing a Boy Scout belt until I had to lift my dunlop to show a fellow campmaster the new belt. What the dunlop giveth, the dunlop taketh awayeth.
The belt is more of “a small child threw up on my belt after eating a pine tree or possibly some fresh grass clippings” green.
The belt is more of “a small child threw up on my belt after eating a pine tree or possibly some fresh grass clippings” green.
The belt is more of “a small child threw up on my belt after eating a pine tree or possibly some fresh grass clippings” green.
Indeed. Maybe even a “someone snuck into Steve McCreary's house and made
belts out of his old shirts” green.
Indeed. Maybe even a “someone snuck into Steve McCreary's house and made
belts out of his old shirts” green.
Indeed. Maybe even a “someone snuck into Steve McCreary's house and made
belts out of his old shirts” green.