Next time you go to the state Pen, stop by Charlie’s Trading Post across the street. They have $5 work shirts, boots, old jeans like your mom bought for you when you were 6, and fishing tackle your grandfather would be excited about.
I was looking over their selection of Jordaches and lures when one of the sales ladies approached me and asked about my hat. I told her it was called a Boonie hat, which she mis-heard as Booty hat. People hear what they want to, I guess.
Anyway, I officially wear a Booty hat now, which I can rock with my Tuf-Nut shirts. Thanks, Charlie.