wdw4us
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Let me tell you a story about Captain Underpants
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Last night at around 1am Mark and I are in bed. Mark has a headache (big surprise there) and gets up to take a pill. I barely feel him move out of the bed but then he returns only jump out again. He yells to me that someone is stealing our snowblower out of the shed right below us. Call the police.. Before I have a chance to get my ear plugs out and find out whats going on, hes on the phone. I throw on some clothes and go to the phone to speak with the police.
Off Mark goes down the stairs and out the front door, screaming at the guy STOP YOU SON OF A *****. Notice no F was uttered. I think he knew his name because he left the snow blower and ran towards Mason St. Miranda (my daughter) too was in hot pursuit since she thought he may have been after her car. I believe she did use the f word just to make her mama proud.
Mark lost the running battle ( I think the treadmill will be back in our schedule soon) and came back to retreive the snowblower still in his underwear and nothing else.
Neighbors came out and confirmed that they too had been robbed the week before and continued the conversation with Mark and the Police Mark still in his underwear. I had Miranda remind him that we do have pants available to him and he came back and got dressed. The neighbor (who we have never really met) noticed a truck parked where the snowblower had been dropped had 2 occupants in it. Pretty sure they were the helpers of the thief but it could not be proven so they were let go Those ****ers!
Thats my story of Captain Underpants, my hero! Hes still pissed he didnt catch the guy but not having shoes on did give him a disadvantage.
Theres a vision for you to think of when your nodding off, a short frenchman, in white briefs running up Rimmon St on the chase of his stolen property.
Last night at around 1am Mark and I are in bed. Mark has a headache (big surprise there) and gets up to take a pill. I barely feel him move out of the bed but then he returns only jump out again. He yells to me that someone is stealing our snowblower out of the shed right below us. Call the police.. Before I have a chance to get my ear plugs out and find out whats going on, hes on the phone. I throw on some clothes and go to the phone to speak with the police.
Off Mark goes down the stairs and out the front door, screaming at the guy STOP YOU SON OF A *****. Notice no F was uttered. I think he knew his name because he left the snow blower and ran towards Mason St. Miranda (my daughter) too was in hot pursuit since she thought he may have been after her car. I believe she did use the f word just to make her mama proud.
Mark lost the running battle ( I think the treadmill will be back in our schedule soon) and came back to retreive the snowblower still in his underwear and nothing else.
Neighbors came out and confirmed that they too had been robbed the week before and continued the conversation with Mark and the Police Mark still in his underwear. I had Miranda remind him that we do have pants available to him and he came back and got dressed. The neighbor (who we have never really met) noticed a truck parked where the snowblower had been dropped had 2 occupants in it. Pretty sure they were the helpers of the thief but it could not be proven so they were let go Those ****ers!
Thats my story of Captain Underpants, my hero! Hes still pissed he didnt catch the guy but not having shoes on did give him a disadvantage.
Theres a vision for you to think of when your nodding off, a short frenchman, in white briefs running up Rimmon St on the chase of his stolen property.
I am sorry someone is stealing things in your neighborhood, but the story is hysterical!
