Not a word of lie. I am watching two football games and surfing. I noted someone leaving the old guy's driveaway across the street and they left big slushball just behind his car about 2' inside of his left wheel track. Well, I am a Canuck and the Pats are not playing until later so I got into my hazard suit and grabbed my shovel and removed it so he wouldn't break a shear pin on his snowblower.

May as well gas up my snowblower while I am outside, right? eh? So, I did. I took one step out of my garage and the NFL football intro/post-commercial tune sounded. Da da da dahhhh from inside the garage. WTF? I turned and listened. Nuthin. Hmmmm. Okay, musta been from the TV via the fireplace concrete right? But, I could not hear the TV. I shrugged and turned back to the house. TUNE! I spun around lookin fer the ghost, demon, spectre. Nuthin. BUT, I froze and stared. Da da da dahhhh from the pile of crap for the yard sale. I dug in and found the snack dispenser that plays that tune when you open it... it was a crappy Xmas gift from TWO years ago. Never took it out of the package! I looked at it in disbelief and it went DA DA DA DAHHHHH!

It's on the coffee table. No way am I gonna piss off Vince, right? Eh?