My 10 year old nephew LOVES saying "you got Moler'd!!!"
He also likes to blame things on getting Moler'd when really it was just that he wasn't listening or following directions. We are working on sorting out the difference.
Yesterday I got Moler'd. Big time.
I walked out to my detached garage to start working on a spray painting project when I noticed something very strange...
Wait-- Is that....?
At first I thought they must have fallen from a nest somewhere on the garage, but then I looked around...
Egglands Best?!? Those are expensive eggs! I'm almost flattered. Almost.
After I took my crime scene photos I got to hose all this mess down. I counted at least 7 eggs. Maybe more. While I was cleaning up, I heard the mom from next door (on the other side of the eggy fence) yelling at her kid.
GO TO YOUR ROOM AND I WANT ALL THE MONSTER HIGH DOLLS AND ACCESSORIES PUT AWAY NOW!!!!!
This was followed by the sounds of her sweeping off her deck and using the hose.... I think it's safe to say the case is closed.
So there you have it.