The hits just keep booming on...
I leave to pick up my loving, neutral to the bombings wife at the airport. Upon our arrival home, I failed to see the boxes at our doorstep- 3 to be exact! Since they would not fit into the mailbox, Chad left them at our door- poor guy must be suffering from PTSD from the last round of explosions, otherwise he would not have left them in the open like that. So I'm getting her luggage out and I barely hear 'Hey Jim- there's a couple of boxes for you here'
I dropped the luggage, hurdled it better than OJ running from the cops, and shoved her away from the door (sadly into the mud puddle) just in time as
Boom BOOM KA-BOOM
I awoke some time later, with a bruised and muddy Mary asking 'Why.. WHY would someone do this??'
Why indeed... :whistling:
Sadly, unbeknownest to her, she was carrying munnitions back with her from New Orleans... so keep looking over your shoulder, under your car, and in your mailbox... you know who you are (and so do I...)
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