Apparently I was a tad foolish letting on that I was out hunting earlier this morning, because whilst I prowled around I discovered someone was after my cake!
Obviously, being a manly man hunt I didn't drop everything - granted the heavy, blunt object that returned with me will never be found by the cops, and I can't go into too much details, but suffice to say the culprit won't be bothering me any more. Except for perhaps if I can't get that bloodstain out.
Anyway, I figured as I was near cake I'd take a quick breather and grab the first items i had that weren't in boxes (because I'm lazy and unpacking is hard work). And bizarrely I didn't end up a total trainwreck which is a good sign for the quality of gifts I'm grabbing.
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That is one sexy beefcake - I would guard it to.
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