Remember everyone, life is a garden; dig it…then cover it in horse manure and hope it looks better next season.
Usually big biscuits sitting on plaid make me think of a nice southern picnic brunch. Now they make me think about drinking lighter fluid and swallowing a match.
I feel like you put on those shorts just so you could “match” those God-awful boots out. The amount of bad decisions here is overwhelming all the way down to the hip tat. I support absolutely nothing you do.
I don’t know him personally, but I’m pretty sure even Jimmy Buffett would think you look like a dick.