And thanks, Mike the Heathen. I think I enjoy particularly the giggling in the background.
This is why they don’t let leftover go to the mailbox during winter anymore. Imagine this on a 25 degree grade…no shovel…in slow motion…and a faint but distinct whimpering with a doppler effect.
And I have to admit it: If I witnessed it, I would giggle. But I promise I’d feel a little guilty about it.
Two teenagers hauled my ass back up to the porch, rang the bell and asked my housemate. “Does this belong to you?”
He was going to say no but was giggling to hard to get the proper effect.
I like your housemate.
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