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my roommate and i have a theory:  bass pro shop is the place to meet guys.

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at least that’s what we’ve been told.

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we’ve never really tested this theory before.  because, let’s face it, you kind of have to have a reason to go to bass pro shop.  even if it is just to take your picture next to the giant grizzly bear and try your luck at the shooting range.  neither of which happen to be on our “must do this weekend” list.

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we haven’t really done a lot of visiting to the outdoor world.  (except to park our cars in their lot, while we visit my favorite waiter at earl’s.)  that is, until recently.  until i decided to go to brazil this summer.  until i got a bass pro gift card.  until i needed jungle pants.

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and now we had the chance to test our theory.

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unfortunately, my roommate chose not to participate in this scientific experiment.  something about being tired.  or having to grade.  or do school work.  blah. blah. blah.  so, i had to take my two brothers along with me.

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they’re good for lab rats.

they are also good for a laugh.

i couldn’t really find any jungle pants.  but i did find a nice red jumper.  i’m thinking this would pretty much work for any situation i could find myself in.  ever.  now if i could only find the small person size.

and as for the theory.  i didn’t meet my future husband.  that i know of.  granted, my brothers may have been a distraction.

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but that didn’t stop the cashier from hitting on me.  with this line, “so, strawberry short cake, huh?”  to which levi rolled his eyes and i answered, “so, bass pro, huh?”  ha. ha.  just kidding.  i wasn’t quick enough on my feet to reply in turn.

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poor guy.

but really, who can blame him for trying?

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all in all, i’m thinking our theory seems promising.  next time, i’ll bring my roommate along and wear my MASH shirt.  that ought to do it.