Shin Saver
From rogue shopping carts to coffee tables, our shins are constantly under assault. But there's one enemy that deserves a special place in hell: the trailer hitch. This seemingly harmless chunk of metal has a secret passion for turning shins into bruised and beaten remnants of their former selves. One minute you're hitching up for a weekend of fun, and then WHAM! You're doubled over like a drunken baby giraffe, swearing like a sailor who just stubbed his toe, because that shi*t hurts like hell.
From rogue shopping carts to coffee tables, our shins are constantly under assault. But there's one enemy that deserves a special place in hell: the trailer hitch. This seemingly harmless chunk of metal has a secret passion for turning shins into bruised and beaten remnants of their former selves. One minute you're hitching up for a weekend of fun, and then WHAM! You're doubled over like a drunken baby giraffe, swearing like a sailor who just stubbed his toe, because that shi*t hurts like hell.
From rogue shopping carts to coffee tables, our shins are constantly under assault. But there's one enemy that deserves a special place in hell: the trailer hitch. This seemingly harmless chunk of metal has a secret passion for turning shins into bruised and beaten remnants of their former selves. One minute you're hitching up for a weekend of fun, and then WHAM! You're doubled over like a drunken baby giraffe, swearing like a sailor who just stubbed his toe, because that shi*t hurts like hell.