Small Packages

I have learnt that great things (and VEEEEEERY painful things) come in small packages. Like my blogs, or my friend Bishop. When you have quantity and quality of the packages packed in on, your set... once again like my blogs... but not like my friend Bishop.

A few days ago I recieved a package in the mail, i stood in a 3 hour line to retrieve this package from the post office, where on one side of me there was a smelly old lady, infront of me was a bald man who had WAYYYYY too much bald wax, and behind me was... well only what i could call a REEEEALLLY tall hairy pedo man... but i digress, i then sat on a bus, cradling the package like i was protecting a small baby until i walked about 1km home.

Now i know you read that story thinking, "OMG STOP BABBLING ON!! WE DONT CARE"

First of all, its all for a good cause
Secondly... fuck you, go die in a hole :) (L)

so as i arrived home, my impatience got the better of me and i ripped open the box, only to find that it was full of packaging peanuts... thats it... peanuts... 4 and a half hours for that..... fml

... Just Sayin ;)