Ready, Aim, Crap

[jamesq]

thebrucie was packing his belongings Friday when he turns to me and says, "I am not taking the Ready, Aim, Cheese with me."

The Ready, Aim, Cheese is something of a novelty item around Ggothic Towers. It's a (presumably discontinued) Superstore product - aerosol cheese spray - sort of a cross between Cheezewhiz and Pam. garething and I had a running battle (which I won, heh) were we would hide it in each other's apartments. No mean feat when you consider that he lived in Vancouver at the time.

Oh, and it's semi-perishable, whatever that means (it only rots halfway?)

A second can of it has lived on our CD shelf for at least five years (so that no one will accidentally mistake it for food).

Anyhow, Bruce looks at me and repeats "I am not taking the Ready, Aim, Cheese with me."

Rising to the challenge I reply "It's not like you'll have a choice when the time comes."

If he had only kept his mouth shut, it would have never occurred to me to 'give' it to him.

"Actually I do have a choice because I'm going to hide it on you so you can't find it until well after Sunday". He said.

So I bided my time. As luck would have it, Bruce had his back turned for a moment while we were getting ready to go out (he was giving me a ride to Archery). I stole a quick opportunity to grab the Ready, Aim, Cheese and stuff it into a Santa Hat in a box that was conveniently nearby. Note, I could have found a much better hiding place given time, but I had to act fast.

Then we left and I had the warm glow of a shenanigan well-done.

I came back home many hours later to find the box was still there and Bruce was nowhere around. I figured this was my chance to hide the Ready, Aim, Cheese better so I grabbed the Santa Hat.

It was empty.

Damn that Walters boy. Damn Damn Damn him.