Anyways, last Saturday mom and I went Christmas shopping. Our annual adventure that brings forth the draining of the bank accounts. Frugality goes out the window and the trunk gets full. Except we got a little more than we bargained for. Initially we got him for dad, but I think he's mom's. Regardless, he's a cute little shit that won't get much bigger than what he already is!
The story of Fender began when my father wanted fenders for his four wheeler. Mom got him this. And called him Fender. Dad still fails to see the humour. The rest of us do not.
That's my foot. My foot's not particularly large.