Time and time again, another
Time and time again, another tank arrives at my house and I feel the jealous eyes of my wife as she shakes her head and continues to beg me to stop buying these things. How can I when I look this good in them? Beach day? Tank. Family outing? Tank. Wedding? Tank. My wardrobe has never been so versatile. You keep churning these babies out, I’ll keep my wife’s eyes rolling with absolute distress and annoyance with my purchases of these bad boys.