One of my Grandmother's stories was about having to have pocket knives in school to sharpen their pencils. However the girls wore dresses, so they had to borrow a pocket knife from a boy. Well one of the boys always offered, but the girls had to reach into his front pocket for it. Of course he had cut the pocket out and didn't where underwear.
Nice job on the hoboware Ryan.
To a small child, the perfect granddad is unafraid of big dogs and fierce storms but absolutely terrified of the word “boo.” – Robert Brault