I was walking out of one of the local bars tonight. And was greated by the sight of 35+ uniform-types(at least ten bad G-men-bad-suit-types) all looking about as nonchalant as a whore with 500 dollars, and 12 vehicles surounding one fairly shiny new Chevy pickup.
So I decided, this isn’t the day to pick up more Hamburger buns at King Soopers up the parking lot;
further details to follow as I remember to look over the next couple days.: