Hey, Hungary!
(So, basically you've already read this story from my email. This is mostly for some friends that read this and also so we can remember this incident as a teaching moment. Also, probably so we can look back on it and laugh after all psychiatrist's bills have been payed off.)
So outside of the normal birthday adventures of Jacqui poo (sorry bout the language) and I going to the Cafe Rio, Jackie Chan brought me over the gift to end all gifts. And that's "end"as in I might never want another present in my life.
Ok so once upon a time, Jackie Chan shows up at our house with a birthday present. Thinking this was totally normal, it WAS my birthday after all, I took the package and began to open it. Only, I start to hesitate because through the wrinkling of the wrapping paper I can hear her whisper, "Don't sleep with it."
...This is something you DO NOT want to hear while opening a present from a close friend. (The "close" part is crucial because if it's just a friend/acquaintance then it's probably something normal and you can just laugh and move on. If it's a close friend, however, they will feel no qualms about being unbearably mischievous.)
Now a little unnerved, I resume opening the package.
It moved.
And then it....... giggled. It wasn't even a cute giggle either. It was the kind of giggle you absolutely don't want to hear when you're alone and it's three in the morning.
I think it's safe to say that I was a little bit completely creeped out by this point. But I'd already started the unwrapping ritual and she was waiting for my reaction. And so bravely I forged on.
When at last the paper came off, the present was starting at me. You know, the don't-blink-because-I'll-creep-up-on-you-in-the-night-and-haunt-your-dreams-even-when-you're-not-sleeping kind of stare.
It was a baby doll with a face of a Satan cherub, complete with mechanical moving legs so it can come sneak up on you along with the built in motion sensor so it can know when your parents are around and turn back into a "doll" and mindlessly giggle the sad tale of your fate.
I swear, there's a special kind of insane asylum for people who've owned these things. EVERY time you move it giggles. EVERY TIME.
Which leads me to my next topic of discussion: who do you want to get revenge (aka pranks) on? !
Um. ..So have a lovely week. Hope we're all alive and sane when we next hear from you.
Love, America
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