Boombox Pledge has to follow me to class playing "Eye of the Tiger." TFM.

Mr. Tazewell, as im sure you know, the boom box hasn’t been in style or of use since the 90s. Im sure that poors, people from Pango Pango, and people who enjoy mixed tapes still use them though. While I didnt see the humor in the task for the pledge, this reminds me of one time i got a box in the mail. The mailman brought it to my house, and he was wearing very short shorts leaving his scrotum exposed. While i tried to ignore the awkward situation, i could help but notice the flies swarming the vainy, purple, hairless sack of skin. It kind of looked similar to an old womans coin purse that had been beaten with a hammer and a radiator hose. To make matters worse, my dog, Mr. Wabbles, decided he needed to deficate right there on the walk way. I dont know if he had got into a box of zip lock bags or ate a bunch of sour patch kids, but the poop came out in different colors, very glossy, and looked almost covered in fur or moss. The stench that came from the logs was similar to that of cream my mom has to rub on her breasts because of the condition she got wrestling with the plumber with the eye patch last year. Anways, i just wanted to explain my comment to you, but let me know if you need any other explinations.