Looked up at me with dreary eyes, she acknowledged my existence with a subtle nod. She held out what looked like my normal plethora of Amazon.com packages, and yet I found myself wondering if I had even order anything.
As I climbed the 3 flights of stairs, the anticipation grew and grew. What was this package? And for what have I deserved for this? As my door opened with a creak and skipped to my room in a beat. The sweat trickling from my brow had been cold enough to spark a fire on my bow.
The package was scribbled neatly in black ink. My heart slowly began to thump loudly as my hands caressed the worn cardboard.
What if it's money? Fortune? Or fame? My god could it be my Original Sega Genesis Ghostbusters game? I tore through the tape in excitement. Hoping to receive immense delighted. What happened next was mostly a crime.
I dropped the package and jumped back praying to god "OH NO NO NOT HIM NOT LILLARD OH GOD!" The detonator devices seemed to have came in threes. My pleas and cries were echoed again. I thought my short life had come to an end. I further investigated the three faces in front. Matthew Lillard, Saffron Burrows, and Freddie Prinze Junior, that...Runt.
A small note was atop the DVD bomb's cover. I shook visibly. The scribbled font written legibly. I closed my eyes and hope for no quarrel. A business card by Chris Reid?...What does it read?
The rhyme was better than mine I confess. And with that a smile enveloped my face from my fearful depths. I opened the box and look what I was to fine. PENS! DVDs. And BUBBLE WRAP WERE MINE.
I set it down next to the WC4 DVD. Enjoyable happy as you very well may see.
Thanks a bunch, and see you this year CIC!
As I climbed the 3 flights of stairs, the anticipation grew and grew. What was this package? And for what have I deserved for this? As my door opened with a creak and skipped to my room in a beat. The sweat trickling from my brow had been cold enough to spark a fire on my bow.
The package was scribbled neatly in black ink. My heart slowly began to thump loudly as my hands caressed the worn cardboard.
What if it's money? Fortune? Or fame? My god could it be my Original Sega Genesis Ghostbusters game? I tore through the tape in excitement. Hoping to receive immense delighted. What happened next was mostly a crime.
I dropped the package and jumped back praying to god "OH NO NO NOT HIM NOT LILLARD OH GOD!" The detonator devices seemed to have came in threes. My pleas and cries were echoed again. I thought my short life had come to an end. I further investigated the three faces in front. Matthew Lillard, Saffron Burrows, and Freddie Prinze Junior, that...Runt.
A small note was atop the DVD bomb's cover. I shook visibly. The scribbled font written legibly. I closed my eyes and hope for no quarrel. A business card by Chris Reid?...What does it read?
The rhyme was better than mine I confess. And with that a smile enveloped my face from my fearful depths. I opened the box and look what I was to fine. PENS! DVDs. And BUBBLE WRAP WERE MINE.
I set it down next to the WC4 DVD. Enjoyable happy as you very well may see.
Thanks a bunch, and see you this year CIC!