RE: Giveaway !
Once upon a time there was a young boy named Bill. Bill was 19 years old and lived in Tampa, Florida. While walking home from school one day, a red dog jumped out from behind a couch and tackled Bill to the ground. But just when he was about to let out a scream for help, Bill realized that the red dog was only licking his face, not trying to bite it off. At that moment, Bill decided to keep the red dog as a pet. And on the way home he decided to name his pet red dog "Jeff."
When Bill and his new pet finally got home, guess who was standing on the front porch? That's right, it was Bill's mother, Monica. And boy was she surprised to see a red dog following Bill into the yard! "What in world is that?" shouted Monica. "It's a red dog," answered Bill. "Dah, I can see that, Bill, but what on earth is it doing here?" said Monica. "It's my new pet!" answered Bill. "Oh you think so do you?" remarked Monica. "I wouldn't get your hopes up. You know how your father hates red dogs. But, well, I suppose you can keep him until your father comes home." And with that Bill grabbed Jeff by the scruff of the neck and led his new pet into the house -- even though he knew his father was probably going to dissaprove.
Once in the house, Bill and Jeff played and played, that is until Bill's favorite television show, "starwars," started. At that point Bill forgot all about Jeff having an unsupervised run of the house. That is until half way through "starwars," when Bill was brought back to reality when he heard his father shout, "Leave!!! Bill! Get your ass in the bedroom...NOW!!" With that Bill rushed into the bedroom to see what all the fuss was about.
When he entered the bedroom, there stood his father, Sam, pointing toward the chair. "Will someone please explain that?" asked his father. Then, as Bill followed his father's finger to where it was pointing, he instantly knew what his father was so upset about. There, smack dab in the middle of the chair, was the biggest pile of dog doo-doo he had ever seen! "I don't EVEN want to know how that got there," said Sam. "But you had better get it cleaned up now! And you had better get rid of whatever it is that could have done such a thing!"
Well, knowing his father as well as he did, Bill knew there was no sense even asking his father if he could keep Jeff for a pet. So without hesitation, Bill set out to find where Jeff was hiding.
After a few minutes of looking, Bill discovered Jeff crouched beneath the table that Bill did his playing video games on. "Come on, Jeff, it's time to find you a new home. And hey, don't look at me that way, I'm not the one who did the dirty deed on the chair!" scolded Bill. "Thanks to you I'll never get to have my own pet dog!! And with that Bill led Jeff out of the house and down to the local Best Buy. Best Buy had a pet section and Bill knew the owner would find Jeff a good home. So after saying good-bye to Jeff, and thanking the owner of Best Buy, Bill walked backed home and attempted to dround his sorrows by slamming down a half dozen teas. But Bill's pitty party came to an abrupt end when his father reminded him about the mess he had neglected to clean up. And low and behold, midway through the clean-up, Bill suddenly became thankful that someone else was going to have to do it from now on.
Quantity, not Quality. GOOD GAME!
