Product review (1 stars): It was s foggy Sunday morning when I stepped out ...
It was s foggy Sunday morning when I stepped out onto my front porch after 2 months of isolation in my basement surfing Amazon prime. As I neared the top steps I noticed the mountain of boxes that had accumulated, and almost fainted. Rapidly, I began tearing through the boxes only to find that all 68 boxes were completely empty. I looked up and I saw my mom having sex with a stranger out of the corner of my eye. I started projectile vomiting left and right, then slipped and fell on all the vomit directly into the mound of empty boxes. The boxes cut began to cut off my air supply. As my life flashed before my eyes, I saw my wife handing me divorce papers. I choked on one last final packing peanut, and she took all the kids and left me. My house started burning down. I died later that day. Thanks again Amazon.