wednesday evening-ish: 31 mallard way: mail of DOOOOOOOOM
When the mail came last week, Jerry and Jerry had very carefully sorted which ones were bills, which were love letters from alien overlords, which were telekinetic healing powers. There was one letter left, and it had a big impressive official-looking return address that mentioned Fandom High.
This meant that obviously, the last piece of mail was an ancient Incan artifact which had been sent to them as their new deity. They placed it on a table near the front with the silver cow creamer (chipped) and the autographed picture of Johnathan Frakes and bowed to it twice a day.
That had lasted until Sunday, when they forgot why they were bowing. On Monday, they had drawn crayon happy faces onto the letter and built it a dollhouse out of three sticky Coke cans and made it marry a very nice credit card receipt.
Just a couple of hours ago, one of the Jerries had realized that the letter was sending messages into their BRAINS and decided to open it. Fandom High? A workshop?! THE GOVERNMENT WAS ON TO THEM.
See Jerries. See Jerries flail. Flail, Jerries, flail!
The store wasn't open, any more so than it ever was, but people could probably come in and shop anyway. As much as they ever did.
This meant that obviously, the last piece of mail was an ancient Incan artifact which had been sent to them as their new deity. They placed it on a table near the front with the silver cow creamer (chipped) and the autographed picture of Johnathan Frakes and bowed to it twice a day.
That had lasted until Sunday, when they forgot why they were bowing. On Monday, they had drawn crayon happy faces onto the letter and built it a dollhouse out of three sticky Coke cans and made it marry a very nice credit card receipt.
Just a couple of hours ago, one of the Jerries had realized that the letter was sending messages into their BRAINS and decided to open it. Fandom High? A workshop?! THE GOVERNMENT WAS ON TO THEM.
See Jerries. See Jerries flail. Flail, Jerries, flail!
The store wasn't open, any more so than it ever was, but people could probably come in and shop anyway. As much as they ever did.