Ok Internet — I’m heading out to a tournament in Fredericton this weekend and I’m trusting you to be behave while I’m gone.

Now Internet… you be good now, you hear? No wild parties while I’m gone or there’s gonna be heck to pay… Don’t you worry about how I’ll know. You just worry about yourself.

You can have plenty of fun without having crazy party. You can have a couple friends over — a couple, I said — watch some movies, play some board games. Good clean fun. I’ve left you some sandwiches in the fridge… yes, they’re tuna… and there’s chips and Sunny-D for you and your friends.

I’ll have Mrs. Vanelli from down the street come and check in on you tomorrow, so you be nice to her. No sass.

Now give me a kiss and say goodbye to your Jason.

Yes… I love you too, Internet.

Now git.

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