What if when we’re buried, our souls are trapped underground.
Ive never been so depressed in my whole life
Oh my Jesus.
I started a tradition with my brothers. When my littlest brother was turning nine, I wrapped his present in nine layers of wrapping paper. From then on, we got more elaborate. Wrapping in layers of paper, multiple boxes and bags, and of course, duct tape. I can’t even count how many rolls of duct tape I’ve used to watch my brothers struggle as they attempt to open a present. Then I upped it even more by wrapping up their own items that they already owned. I’d wake up early, sneak into their room and take their phone or wallet and wrap them up so they’d be severely disappointed when they opened it.
Duct tape has become too easy.
I have once again upped my game by wrapping a gift card in an entire roll of saran wrap.
Merry fucking Christmas.