Groan ...
 

Hello, my fine-feathered friends.

Yesterday afternoon, I got quite the surprise as I stopped by my house from work to pick up the lunch I had forgotten. As I drove past my mailbox, I noticed the mailman was still there. So I hopped out, grabbed the mail and proceeded to look through it.

Upon reaching the magazines, I noticed one in particular was completely wrapped in black cellophane. Now, knowing that generally, the only magazines that come in the mail wrapped in black cellophane are the type done so to "ensure privacy" (i.e. porn), I ripped open the cellophane. Seeing how I live with my parents, I'm not so sure having "Spanktravision Monthly" or "Old Guys, Young Girls" is such a good thing to have delivered to my house.

Anyhow, as I finished tearing off the wrapper, I saw to my amazement:

PartyLife. The Exclusive New Quarterly Magazine from PartyGaming.

It's basically a glossy, 64-page ad for PartyPoker. Whatever. Nothing substantive. It's something to read on the john.

The moral of this story is this: if you live with your parents, and you get something suspicious in the mail, don't panic just yet. And when your mother says, "You've soiled the sanctity of my home!," quietly reassure her that you did no such thing.

It's only PartyLife.

Heh, I wonder why they feel the need to wrap it up like it is a gift to you or something.

OP is weird.

Lots of financial crap comes wrapped in black cellophane too (quarterly reports, etc). I don't get that "thrill" when I see the cellophane mail any more. Oh, those were the days.

Yeah, I don't get that "thrill" anymore, either. More like a profound fear of "what the hell is this?"

Oh my god JC, A BOMB!