I know we promised already to share this with you eons ago, but well life has an annoying habit of getting in the way folding its arms and refusing stubbornly to move.
But better late than not at all, here, now, this instant we can share with you at least some of the items from the box of wonderment. Since us men are utter useless at handicraft type shenanigans, the box was lovingly crafted by the Hipstery elf our newest, and the first female t-shirt scientist (in training). My gay uncle Bernard was wrong all along, women really do have their uses. If you’re reading Bernard – thanks for nothing, please return my silver trillby!
Now to the box, we should note that a secret stowaway jumped into the box at the last moment. None other than Johnson Lambert Stapleton II, my childhood teddy turned traitor. He came with a letter, I scanned a copy I found on the printer (no doubt he left a copy for me to find, one last dagger to my heart), its also in the gallery below.
Johnson if you’re reading – you’re nothing but a ungrateful yellow swine. I burnt all the pictures of us together. You’re dead to me.
