... and all my ex-wives are coming over for what would otherwise be a happy occasion. Being the compassionate and easy to get along kinda guy that I am I went through the trouble of preparing them special sleeping quarters. Obviously I jest, (I say that for legal reasons), I actually dug the hole to bury all that pesky .45 brass that I'll never have time to load. Now I gotta dig another hole for the .223. My work is never done. Jack Wanna kill these ads? We can help!