If you are coming to Lake Dora this year, I am clearing out the lips and snouts of T shirt inventory and will be selling all the stuff at Pre Inflation numbers. Maybe even pre pre inflation. Maybe even Pre Pre Pre Pandemic supply chain excuses numbers. Now of course they may be some of the 5X sizes, and be a tad dated.
But we are all a bit dated and well, have you looked in the mirror lately? Ya. You may have not died from Covid, but you will if you keep eating like you did. And really, chances are you have worn out all your crap cloths and need some more. So at Lake Dora I am unloading.
*I do not want to have to ship another box of stuff back to the store. And no, I wont save anything for you or ship it myself. You can ask, and it will never happen because I will forget. Oh trust me, I will forget. Like that email you sent me, I get around 300 or so a day. The phone is like a vibrator and sorry, but it all gets lost in the fog of war. I may actually need an assistant. WTH? I got rid of assistants 20 years ago, and now here we are again. Hey, I may call them an assistant, my kids say nurse or caretaker. I don’t care anymore. Ya, I just farted and so what? Not even funny anymore. Okay, yes it is.