Well kids, this will explain why nothing good ever happens at midnight.
I'm sitting here at this very moment staring at a light coming from a box in this darkness. I also have a very lacking amount of clothing on with a lady in my bedding. It was all going great until midnight. So lets head back to before midnight. Around 10:00pm I was watching the Resident Evil: Degeneration Movie I had purchased for the lady's birthday. She wanted to watch so we did and there I lay drinking my Gano Cafe Schokolade (Gano Excels awesome coffee you should PM me about it.). At about 11:00pm the lady's request had been granted and the deed that does the evil doing had be done. The clothing tossed and a wrapper went flying. During that time I dare not explain the evil doing the deed that does the evil doing had done except for the fact that yes it had been done in that very bed next to this box of light I call a computer. 12:00am struck... and I rolled out of bed. I rolled out into a chair to which only despair could grasp me by my own very proclaimed balls. She had stated she was tired and refuses to allow me to continue any further activities into the night... Not even this! Luckily for me I'm hidden inside a blanket so that minimal light would escape the box. Now it would become 12:30am and I'm still restless. This woman had driven me to a point full of energy! It was time to take action! Slip into bed and just fall asleep. Yeah, you know that you can't really do that when you have a pencil ready to write a letter but the post office isn't passing out paper anymore. Now it was 1:00am and I'm still restless. My attempt had failed and I rolled back into this chair. So far I stare into this screen and I feel the room temperature increase. This is becoming outrageous, and thus I must take a stand! I must put an end to this! I'll remove the remaining of my clothing to perform deeds of evil doing that is done only when the evil doing is the deed that I do when it needs to be done! That need for the deed is now! 1:18am I find myself back in this chair. What had held me by my so proclaimed balls had a really tight grip. It was so tight, it twisted a bit and I found myself back in the chair. The beast had now taken my remainder clothing... I am lost after midnight...
The moral of the story is to write your letters to the post office at around noon not midnight. You don't want to risk your stamps being torn.
 Reverend Varian · Sun Jun 14, 2009 @ 09:19am · 0 Comments |
