Just the other day, I received an unsolicited parcel from person unknown, going by the name of S. Nikolas Klausz. The return address read simply "N. Pol". I assumed this might be shorthand for "Northern Poland".
I was, at first, understandably hesitant to open the small package - examining it from all angles. Curiosity, however, got the better of me; so open it I did .
The first thing to hit me out of the box was the fresh scent of Woolite, as the contents revealed an enormous, clean woolen sock! "Might this be from Big Foot himself?", I mused.
Shaking the sock upside down several times revealed a single, self-burned CD, with the words "Comin' Soon" nonchalantly scribbled on the facing with a marker. I again had reservations about placing it in my computer's disk drive, but my nose reminded me that at least the sock was clean.
I was, at first, understandably hesitant to open the small package - examining it from all angles. Curiosity, however, got the better of me; so open it I did .
The first thing to hit me out of the box was the fresh scent of Woolite, as the contents revealed an enormous, clean woolen sock! "Might this be from Big Foot himself?", I mused.
Shaking the sock upside down several times revealed a single, self-burned CD, with the words "Comin' Soon" nonchalantly scribbled on the facing with a marker. I again had reservations about placing it in my computer's disk drive, but my nose reminded me that at least the sock was clean.
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