I have a confession to make. One Christmas years ago...I was laying in my bed about to DIE to know what Santa had brought me. I made sure little 'Will Boy' was asleep so I snuck out of my room, snuck down the stairs and GRABBED ONE OF MY PRESENTS FROM SANTA! I brought it back upstairs, laid in front of the space heater (the one that put off the orange glow) and I opened my Present! I must have played with it for an hour! I held it, hugged it and squeezed it tight. Then I put it back in the package, snuck BACX downstairs, checked out my other gifts, checked out my other siblings gifts, laughed at their gifts compared to MINE, and then snuck back upstairs! I've been living with this for 20 years and finally decided to get it off my chest! Whew... I feel SOOOOO much better now!!! This is going to be the BEST CHRISTMAS EVER!!!! Oh yeah, the picture you see is the picture of the toy that's haunted me for years....
4 comments:
oh my gosh!! are you kidding me? you little sneaker. ha, ha, ha - great story!
i can't beleive you did that. i was always too nervous. but you know mom and dad were knocked out so we really all could have done that! haha!
Aww snap, Rachel's gonna whoop dat butt boy!!
Wow! That is really bad, but hilarious!
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