whateverman
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The pigs knocked aggressively. I didn't answer. They persisted. Panic didn't set in as I thought it would, although this has more to do with being half-drunk than brave. I consider fetching my weapon. No, they have nothing. I'm not even growing right here, right now.
"It's probably something small," I convince myself.
I answer the door.
"We have some questions about a package someone mailed you."
Now Fear hits me instantaneously. Like I'm a fuggin' trained warrior, my "training" kicks in; my game face shifts from semi-serious mode to "you're going to be in prison for the foreseeable future" mode. Are they enforcing seed intercepts now? Did some asshole send me some weed in the mail?
Nope. Just my mom sending me raspberries. Yep, raspberries. Mom thought raspberries would make it through regular ole' express mail without getting too hot and turning to liquid mush. In summer. In the Midwest.
If I ever make a dumb thread, or a post that really offends you, forgive me. It's my genetics. It's not my fault. I had no real shot at intelligence.
God damnit, mom.
"It's probably something small," I convince myself.
I answer the door.
"We have some questions about a package someone mailed you."
Now Fear hits me instantaneously. Like I'm a fuggin' trained warrior, my "training" kicks in; my game face shifts from semi-serious mode to "you're going to be in prison for the foreseeable future" mode. Are they enforcing seed intercepts now? Did some asshole send me some weed in the mail?
Nope. Just my mom sending me raspberries. Yep, raspberries. Mom thought raspberries would make it through regular ole' express mail without getting too hot and turning to liquid mush. In summer. In the Midwest.
If I ever make a dumb thread, or a post that really offends you, forgive me. It's my genetics. It's not my fault. I had no real shot at intelligence.
God damnit, mom.
