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Oh man! That’s one to laugh about for years to come.
So sorry about the gum though, hope it comes out :-)
can i take you with me the next time i need to cross a border?
is eric ever going to post again? have you and Cat been hiding him all these months?
Does this gum attack mean that you are not going to do my megipedia on double bubble. I understand if that’s the case but keep in mind Double Bubble is pink and your gum bandit was blue — sounds like it could have been of the hubba variety.
However, when I started to move away from the box and send her there, she let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Then I saw Eric reaching for me in slow motion.
I continued to step forward, completely startled, until I saw something light and stringy out of the corner of my eye, stretching away from the mailbox.
From the mailbox to my ASS.
And here I was expecting an alien infiltration, or a detonator cord, or a glitch in the space-time continuum that would allow you to see your ass without a mirror..
Chewing gum? I’m just so disappointed, lol.
Hehehe.
:-)
I thought I smelled wet alpaca yesterday.