Against all odds, Bouncin’ Bill Roorbach wins the Literary Death Match in Portland.
Looks to me like “Bachelor Number 3” stepping forward to claim his prize as a velvet jacketed Bob Eubanks clone preps some lucky girl for her dream date!
What the hell is that on your belt?
That is the question resonating around the Facebook world as well. I think it is either an awl holder or a cellphone holster.
Tape measure caddy.
That, my friends, as I told the curious judges, is my LEATHERMAN!
Do you wear it at all times? In the shower?