Fumus
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MAN DOWN!:shock:
So I get home from work and some school related errands a little later than expected, and the moment I open the door of my pickup, my oldest hollers at me from the front porch that "delivery guys been showing up all day dropping off packages! What the heck's going on??" I've been so focused on my school work lately, that I was completely oblivious as I wandered through the front door wondering the same thing. Some time later I came to, lying half buried in rubble, with ringing ears and what felt like a head full of angry bees. As the world slowly came back into focus, I became aware of my offspring (who always seem to take some sort of perverse pleasure in any calamity that befalls me. The more cataclysmic the calamity, the better they like it), dancing gleefully around what was left of the living room chanting "dad got bombed! dad got bombed!" The next hour or so (just guessing on the time here, as my watch was lost in the explosion), was spent with them huddled around me as I was opening packages, sniffing the various bags, pouches, and tins of wonderful baccy, and making comments on which one I should try first and which of the pipes I should smoke it in.
As soon as the smoke clears enough for me to conduct a proper survey, I'll report back with a complete inventory of the damage, and (if I can find the camera in all the wreckage), some photo's as well.
Utterly humbled by y'all's generosity and sneakiness.
So I get home from work and some school related errands a little later than expected, and the moment I open the door of my pickup, my oldest hollers at me from the front porch that "delivery guys been showing up all day dropping off packages! What the heck's going on??" I've been so focused on my school work lately, that I was completely oblivious as I wandered through the front door wondering the same thing. Some time later I came to, lying half buried in rubble, with ringing ears and what felt like a head full of angry bees. As the world slowly came back into focus, I became aware of my offspring (who always seem to take some sort of perverse pleasure in any calamity that befalls me. The more cataclysmic the calamity, the better they like it), dancing gleefully around what was left of the living room chanting "dad got bombed! dad got bombed!" The next hour or so (just guessing on the time here, as my watch was lost in the explosion), was spent with them huddled around me as I was opening packages, sniffing the various bags, pouches, and tins of wonderful baccy, and making comments on which one I should try first and which of the pipes I should smoke it in.
As soon as the smoke clears enough for me to conduct a proper survey, I'll report back with a complete inventory of the damage, and (if I can find the camera in all the wreckage), some photo's as well.
Utterly humbled by y'all's generosity and sneakiness.
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