MNBrian
Well-Known Member
So there I am, sitting in my Tuesday night class, when I get an anxious call from my wife.
"Brian," she says. "You got a package in the mail. Now, I know normally we don't open each others mail because once or twice we've ruined a surprise gift, but I figured it was probably a cigar order... so I opened it..."
Immediately I wondered how this situation warranted a call at all. I mean, I order cigars all the time. And I happened to be expecting a package in the mail.
"And?" I asked.
"And who sent you a giant dick made of chocolate with coconut pubes?"
Now my wife needs therapy and somebody better pay up... I'm looking at you, Haywood Jablowmey. You cruel sonofabitch.
It's a good thing you sent me a tag along of one of my favorite cigars or I'd be hunting you down...
Anyone with information on the culprit (who I automatically assume was Bri and Josh) can PM information to MNBrian. My justice will be sweet, but not swift. Or should I say, super?
"Brian," she says. "You got a package in the mail. Now, I know normally we don't open each others mail because once or twice we've ruined a surprise gift, but I figured it was probably a cigar order... so I opened it..."
Immediately I wondered how this situation warranted a call at all. I mean, I order cigars all the time. And I happened to be expecting a package in the mail.
"And?" I asked.
"And who sent you a giant dick made of chocolate with coconut pubes?"
Now my wife needs therapy and somebody better pay up... I'm looking at you, Haywood Jablowmey. You cruel sonofabitch.
It's a good thing you sent me a tag along of one of my favorite cigars or I'd be hunting you down...
Anyone with information on the culprit (who I automatically assume was Bri and Josh) can PM information to MNBrian. My justice will be sweet, but not swift. Or should I say, super?
