Sitting at my house last night, watching a movie with the family when I hear a knock at my door. Who the hell could possibly be at my door at 9pm on a Sunday evening. I walk over to the door, open it, and there is nobody there. What the hell. I look down and oh! A package! Examining the box it says do not pick up or shake. Wrapped in standard silver and red striped Christmas wrapping paper with a neat hand tied bow on top. The wrapping is pristine, no creases or wrinkles. What a strange package to get on your doorstep this late at night. The mail doesn’t come this late so it must have been driven in and dropped off by the sender. The nametag says from: Wasrabi Gleel @Crodyman. Huh wonder what he would sent me. I slowly open the box so I’m following the weird do not move the box instructions and not disturbing whatever surprise is inside. That crazy S.O.B! Inside this box on my front porch is a single, still cold, glass of Chocolate Milk. Straight from the Grey Ducks chocolate milk factory. The mad lad. Only one person I know who would drive to Chicago with a glass of chocolate milk, wrap it in a box and leave it on a teammates doorstep. Well I can’t let it go to waste so I drink it up, every last drop. Delicious as always. Haven’t had this good stuff since Before I was called up. Time to return the favor. Minnesota here I come. Gleel won’t know what hit him.
![[Image: IMG_0101.png?ex=65ce7685&is=65bc0185&hm=...9d81da30e&]](https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/929130390948573185/1202714881334444162/IMG_0101.png?ex=65ce7685&is=65bc0185&hm=c4c8166f43df101a7de21eb12853e5857ec7b5fc8f3db0a65f77a6e9d81da30e&)
![[Image: Screenshot_357.png]](https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/944014286316011550/966195502058209290/Screenshot_357.png)