It started like any other Friday. I had a long day at the office, and then a car show after work, so my girlfriend brought in the mail.
Dumb bitch almost got us killed.
I walked in the door, laid my keys down, grabbed the mail off the coffee table, and perused the stack. Hmm...what does the mail hold for me...I now have the water bill, I may have already won $2,000,000, I can use my home for the cash I need through easy interest rates, I can save money on pizza, and...HOLY HELL!!!!
My eyes bugged out in the manner popularized by snails.
IT'S A BOMB!!!!! My girlfriend looked up, confused, bewildered, like a deer in the headlights. I threw the package toward the window, grabbed my girl and threw her through the doorway, and braced when I heard the bomb bounce off the closed window. So much for that idea.
Now the neighbor's cat is missing, my gerbil is now a nice modern art addition to my wall, the front of my home is covered in a tarp to protect from the rain, and the remains of my landscaping are somewhere in South Dakota. The blast liberated me from those pesky appendages known as my limbs, and now allowed me the added benefit of breathing through the conveniently placed hole in the side of my neck.
I know one thing for certain. There's a commando in Virgina who needs a good Dutch rub. But perhaps I'll blow his ass to smithereens instead.