Stumped

An angry postman stood outside my frontdoor. Rapping away at the handle and making a nuisance of himself till one of us actually answered the door. From the tone of his nose he was clearly miffed. "Sign!" the board was quickly passed to me as I came in from the other room. A few smooth scribbles later, a passing of a package and he was off. The mysterious package was plastered from RALPH magazine, with compliments of course. Measuring around a metre in height and close to eight centimetres across I pondered on what exactly lay in my clammy hands. Wrapped tight as it was, bound by layers of boxboard I snuck a peak within and through slits. Dark and hard to distinguish I'll assume that I am the winner of a cricket bat. I barely remember partaking in such a contest. What's more they have still yet to notify me of my win through email. I don't like cricket. Hell no. However, I do like winning, and that's another item in the prize closet.

Soon Van

Saturday, 19 May 2001 - 10:36

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