As you can see, poppers is a good gal, in small doses.
Anyway, here's my story about the gift I got from Jixby:
I got a box from him the other day, and I opened it up to find...
Silly String! Fours cans worth, no less.
Ooh, but it's so hard to get into. Curse you, protective seal!
He even packed a suggestion! Hmm, a fight does sound like fun. On the other hand, the only thing better than a silly string fight is a silly string ambush. And I know the perfect patsy...
"Hey, don't take my picture while I'm watching 24," my brother groaned. Oh, you poor fool. You thought nothing of the fact that I had a camera in one hand and an open can of silly string in the other. I even told him that I was taking a "before" picture. "For what?" he asked.
"What is your problem," he asked. "Don't worry," I reassured him, "once it dries, you can just lift it right off." That's what it said on the can. Turns out it takes a little more effort, and a wash, to remove the stuff.
Wait, there's more? Alright then, I wonder what this could be about...
It
had poison in it? Well thank god the poison isn't in it any more. Wait, an addendum...
Good news, I hope...
Huh, alright then. I'll tell my brother that the five-second rule doesn't apply to party favors.
The government, you say? Last, you say? I'm intrigued.
Therein was a lengthy letter to our friends at Homeland Security about how his saying that there was poison in the silly string was merely a gag, a ruse, a joke between friends. It also explains that a second letter written in red and replete with spelling errors is also a gag, a gag within a gag as it were. Oh, good times.
Oh, silly string. What fun you are. I wonder what I will hose down next? What a fun package.
My cat enjoyed the toilet paper it came packed in, too.
Hybrid Mode
