Some of you may not be aware of the wide array of Prank Gift Boxes available this holiday season. Best sellers include, Turn & Churn, a butter maker that bolts on to your car’s tire, Bacon-Scented Dryer Sheets, and the ever popular Ear Wax Candle Kit (shown below).
Too bad they didn’t ask me. I’m sure my line of Pre-Soiled Underwear gift boxes would’ve broken new sales records. Available in a variety of colors and styles, these fabulous unmentionables come straight from the factory with a yellow stain in the front and brown racing-stripe down the back. Scented options include; Pickled Eggs & Beer, Buzzard Breath, and Brown Bean Blowout.
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“Henry,” she barked. “Eat your gruel before it gets cold.”
He stared at the tasteless, gray matter before him.
“There are millions of starving children in this world who’d love to eat as well as you do.”
The gruel stared back—taunting him.
“After breakfast, chop a hole in the pond. Those horses need water. Feed the chickens, and bust some kindling up while you’re out there,” his mother ordered.
“C.E. is coming over today,” Henry mumbled.
“Humph. What’s that little, dried-up Scot want?”
“He’s going to help me with my chores. I hear he’s very good with an axe.”
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