I found this mysterious folded up piece of paper in my pantry today. It has Jeremy’s address printed on it, but it’s not an envelope. That’s my handwriting, but I don’t ever recall folding up a pork chop mix in a sheet of paper.
I was about to open it, but then I thought, “ANTHRAX!!”, so I wrapped it in plastic sheeting and duct tape. Then I realized that by not opening it, I would be letting the terrorists win. So then I tasted it, and it was delicious. Take that Al Qaeda!! Now I’m making a pork chop.
Feel free to send Jeremy mail.
Did you choke on that pork chop?
umm… no?