Um, these kinda cheaters, not the motel-sneakin’ kind.
So today I’m writing, go to the house on an errand, forget I have the cheaters balanced atop my ball cap, flip the cap off, cheaters fly across the room, hit the floor, lens breaks.
Really. You buy’em by the bucket, and cheap.
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