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[Mar. 14th, 2009|02:51 am]
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On returning home from the bar last night I discovered, placed in front of the door to my room, a box with a familiar symbol on the side. "Amazon?" I thought. "Who would be cool enough to send me books from Amazon? After relieving myself I opened the box with my switchblade. Inside I found, not books, but instead a palette of twelve Hamburger Helper Microwave Singles. I looked for a return address but there was none forthcoming. "Someone must be playing a practical joke on me" I thought.

In reality, there was no practical joker. It was my dad, making sure I had enough to eat.

I am currently eating a Hamburger Helper Microwave Single.

Thanks dad.
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[User Picture]From: ieatbigboogers
2009-03-14 12:57 pm (UTC)
My grandpa likes to talk about how, when he was a bachelor, his mother would give left-overs to the milkman who would leave them at Grandpa's door as he made his rounds. I guess this is the same thing, but for 2009.
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[User Picture]From: derghaust
2009-03-15 06:10 am (UTC)
Parents are awesome. I wish milkmen still existed, though.
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