Here's one from last night.
It was Easter, and my ragtag band of adolescent thugs and I were planning on breaking into College Park Church (motive unknown). Before we could perpetrate this heinous act, however, we were distracted by my aunt, Judy, who gave me a small package of Peeps. Except they weren't Peeps. They were called Clucks, and they were actually real tiny baby chicks. And I had a bear of a time trying to keep them in their little tray.