Oh, the usual places.
One under my pillow, one under Ma's pillow, one in the dog's bed, one under the dog's bed, two in the kitchen, one in my Barcalounger, one in Ma's Barcalounger, one in my desk, one beside my desk, one in Ma's vanity, one beside the toilet, one at the top of the stairwell, one at the bottom of the stairwell, more than one (you guess) in the hall closet, two, maybe six in the mudroom, several in my truck, several in Ma's car, several in my Jeep, one above the front door of the shop, one above the back door of the shop, several in the shop, and probably 18-20 in my gun cabinet in the living room and another 18-20 in my gun cabinet in the den.
And I ain't never had a boat accident, and I ain't gonna have one.
Come and take them.
Oh, yeah, I forgot...there's the one in my pocket and the two in Ma's purse.
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(And believe it or not, someone out there will think this was just a joking post. It was not.)
God bless America.
I believe it,
Party at Your House!