There comes a time in every mans life… okay maybe just one man’s life… when he evolves from that quirky guy who has mustard stains on his shirt and worries about whether he has a sunburn on his forehead to that middle aged guy who sprays off his driveway in his underwear, yells at the neighbor kids to stay off his lawn and honestly believes the mailman is trying to steal his identity.
It is a coming of age, a rite of passage, a celebration of the fact that you will ALWAYS buy gear that is better than everyone around you… and that you will always be way better than poor people!!!
So this week, let us raise our Barbacoa Burritos and El Chihuahua Death Stars and celebrate,
The “Bob” Mitzvah!
