...to find the one.
My poor lost lamb is on the wrong side of the train tracks but I'll do what it takes.
I received this latest ransom note wrapped and tied around a large rock... but not thrown through my window. They instead decided to just walk up the stairs and leave it on the door...
Answering their demands, I sacraficed cookes, $2.75 in state quarters, one tube of unused chapstick, and I threw in some floss. I dropped off the ziplock baggies at the Daily Herald which should have been the Daily Universe. I was confused under such trauma, I guess.
I'm beginning to think they really just wanted some thrills out of being publicly recognized on the blog. Smatchoo Sheep-nappers. That, or their mamas didn't love'em.
2 comments:
Bowing to terrorism. Shameful. I say have them put up or shut up. And/or set up a cheap camera to watch your porch.
I hope you get your Lamb back soon so that you can start writing funny posts again.
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