Okay, okay, things are now getting a tad silly here at HQ. But hey. The deck needed a gate to keep Mr B safe and well, after clearing out the shed, I have a ton….literally.. of odd ball parts. One of those parts was a cool PERCKO porthole, and since Mr B loves sitting on the deck keeping that eye on the neighbors. Well. in it goes.
And within seconds Wayne bomb says. It’s a B hole.. And a brand was created. just like that. And now on a Saturday, when you should not be reading this and be out boating. You get Mr B Hole.. BAM. GET OUT THERE!