The day after Halloween I realized with shock that my garden gnome, McMullen, was gone. Yes, I have a garden gnome. I wanted to have a garden gnome ever since I saw The Full Monty, not because I want to strip down to nothingness and shock people with a site no one should be subjected to, just because they make me laugh… but I digress. My gnome was gone, and I wrote it off to Halloween Hijinks.
Today, via good ol’ fashioned postal service I received the following in a plain envelope with a printed address:
Now I am a victim, sitting and waiting while fearing for the safety of my poor and defenseless (and senseless) yard decoration.
I don’t know what to do now. Do I send something to http://www.gnomeswithouthomes.com? Do I contact the authorities? Do I sit and wait for their demands?
I need guidance people.
The best part of this? My wife was so glad the gnome was gone. She doesn’t like him. Now her fear is the he will, in fact, return.
I am also very fond of the fact that the G in gnome looks like a gnome hat.
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