I’ve got to say, John. This is may be the topper.
I mean, I thought the year where you kept badgering me to say “I bet you didn’t get me shit for Christmas,” until I did, at which point you presented me with a gift-wrapped box of freeze-dried dog feces, I thought that was going to be the all-time greatest.
Which, of course, took the record from the time you found where mom was hiding our Christmas presents and told me it would be funny to pretend like I was psychic and tell her I hoped I got Tony Hawk Pro Skater II and Navy Seals for the Playstation, plus the reissue of the Millennium Falcon and Greedo, and then mom decided to teach me a lesson about peeking at presents and gave them all to you, I didn’t think you’d ever top that. The best part was how I had to ask you before I played with them.
On second thought, that’s still the best.
Although this, this is pretty spectacular.
