Especially on a hot Sunday afternoon when the game winds down and the fans start their trek up The Hill.
The Hill is formidable, it takes just about all that Westy has in her to haul ass up that sucker, and she has an engine.
These poor fools are under the power of their own legs. By the time they approach the top, they are sweating and thirsty. That's where these gallant guys step in:
|See my boy up there doing the dirty work while his dad |
|Now Dad's pulling his weight. He did all the leg works and purchasing, natch.|
|Wait, what's this on his face? A smile?|
|Gimmee dat money|
|Duuuuuuude, where'd you go?|
|"Seriously, the hell?"|
|Those walkers were so nicely refreshed by the time they made it all the way up here to their cars, parked safely in my driveway. Profitable.|
|And an absurdly awesome pile of cash.|
|All in a day's play.|