In search of my Brother-In-Sloth

Malroth

This is the t shirt I wore to Lexington. I passed someone in the hall (with almost no one else around) wearing this exact same t shirt.
Instead of embracing our slothness, I hung my head for fear of having on the same shirt as someone else. That is my fault. We could of had pictures taking, enjoyed the moment.
I am sorry.

P.S. While I was still standing in a 45 min line to get some whisky, my wife saw you in GA, and for a moment grew mad thinking I had snuck into GA and left her behind.

Malroth