About 20 years ago up in Toronto I rented this house. Shortly after I first moved in this pretty big box get's left for the previous occupant and I wasn't really sure what to do with it ... exactly. I was sort of struggling with my conscience and I finally couldn't resist the temptation any longer. I open it up to find it contained not a bunch of cool stuff that I would gladly risk my immortal soul for, but a pretty big package of Depends.
No sh!t, true story.
I think I have told it before but I felt a re-tell was called for.
