My trusty, well spoken partner.Alas, not withstanding the strange glares and the near collisions I caused, my final product was something beautiful.
Yes. My name is Nicole. I am 20 years old. And when I am home alone...I make snowmen up to par with a first grader. And ya know what? I am Proud!
Part of the reason I made the snow-thing in the first place was because nobody would be home to greet the kids as they came from school. So I hired this guy to do the job, and he did it most cheerfully. And then, in some tragic twist of fate, he was caught in the cross-fire of a pretty nasty little snow fight. When I came home from work I found my friend in bits across the lawn, and his mishapen head resting in the flowerbed, blueberry eyes still intact. I was heart broken. I had to find the culprit, and my gut told me where to go to get the confession. Josh.
I did the only thing I to do in this situation... take a hostage.
Sometimes...revenge is so sweet....
(especially when revenge is capable of baking a delicious assortment of cakes and pastries, sure to sooth any broken heart)
Yes, I kidnapped the doughboy and made a list of demands. The note goes as follows:
If you want your precious Doughboy back in one piece (a courtasy not hitherto given to my snowman) you must meet the following terms:
1- submit to be my working slave for one hour.
2- massage my feet for 20 minutes (or to my complete satisfaction. outside of the hour above)
3- Take me to see High School Musical 3....and pay. Also, I want wingers, and popcorn.
If these terms are not met by 6:34PM on November the 12th, your precious doughboy will be decapitated, and dropped from the 3rd floor of 1800-Contacts to his death.
Now if anything happens to doughboy, remember, it's not my fault! I will update you when the 12th draws nearer....
Until then, the doughboy won't see the light of day!