I was sitting here quietly, minding my own business, paying my bills, when I heard a whistling sound descending from above! Then an explosion! The house shook and when the smoke cleared I checked, and sure enough, there was a large amount of damage to my front porch! After checking the shrapnel, I knew I was a victim of 'friendly fire'. Why would my brothers and sisters do such a thing???? Have you forgotten so soon that I once flew with you on many missions myself???
Anyway, from past experience, I believe that this was a diversionary tactic to draw the real sap into a false sense of security. I am sure tomorrow will be devastating for the real victim!
After running the bomb under water for 30 minutes, I opened it up to find a menacing jack-o-lantern face glaring at me. I loosened the draw string and peered inside and beheld candy, (poisoned, I am sure!), body parts, (hearts, fingers, eyeballs, a sickening array of carnage), but then, what is this that I see? A couple of tins of quality tobacco and what appears to be a pipe! Not so easy to retrieve though, you see, the sick sender placed a rather large tarantula to guard them! It dared me to thrust my hand in and pull out the treasure. And thrust my hand in I did! Ever so swiftly to avoid the gruesome fangs.
I escaped unscathed! HA! I now have in my possession the spoils! A tin of The Virginia Cream! And another of Savinelli Mr G, Black Cavendish! And to top it all off, the most beautiful Stanwell Golden Danish pipe!
I am grateful for the "attention"... :lol: and I hope to one day be able to fly along side of you guys again. I am more comfortable in the pilots seat then I am in the target sights. But thank you very much! I'll get you back.... sometime, when you're least expecting it!