Moltz
So, uh, are we supposed to talk about football here?
We should have come up with a disaster plan.
A friend of ours took her two kids, a boy and a girl, to the toy store to buy some Playmobil Mystery Figures. As the name implies, it’s a Playmobil character but you don’t know what you’re going to get. Could be anything! Very exciting.
The boy, as kids do, had already decided he was sure he was going to get some specific figure - I’m not sure what, but it was a knight or pirate or something else that 6-year-olds like.
This is what he got.
It’s Death.
That’s right. Playmobil includes Death as one of its Mystery Figures.
For children!
Yay!
I got DEATH.
Needless to say, he was pretty upset. Not only was it not what he wanted, it was Death.
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His sister got a fairy.
I really need to open my mail more often.
If anyone wants me, I’ll be in my autographed Batgirl photo with the Big Lebowski reference.
Can’t. Breathe.
No. Seriously? Christ, I can’t breathe either.
My wife sent me this. Looks like I picked the right time to quit my job to become a writer.
