Sun 2 Dec, 2007 11:13 pm
And I thought I'd found the perfect hiding place!
Who would've thought to look for a tiny ping-pong table in an abandoned outhouse in a swamp???
My surprise is ruined.
Now what am I going to do?
Tell Gus its not his present.
It was inevitable that he'd find 1948's Christmas present, eventually. Tauntingly, skill with the degenerating play equipment may engender enough bounce to turn the tables on you, and vice versa. Ooo, lucky last shot, just over the net.