The Ignorant Recipient

On Thursday, October 22nd a package addressed to me was discovered at the Institute. Its contents were as follow.

Messages of love, courage, and phalli.
Context-free highlight: "... I just walked around academic quad collecting leaves like a fourth grader, and now appear to be a creepy emo huddling in a corner on the stairs writing in a notebook..." - Simone Waller

In a more-or-less successful attempt at quirk, a letter comprised of post-its.


Context-free highlight: "The only thing I still need you for is so I feel like I have a stake in this whole gay-rights thing." - Kevin Donnelly

Yes, that penis has wings. No, you don't want to know why.

Context-free highlight: "P.S. By let your penis fly, I mean get a prostitute in Amsterdam." - Mike McAllister

Apparently they were out of the regular ones. But considering all the goat cheese, maybe that's for the best.

Please take careful notice of the already opened packaging.

Oh, yes. Yes.

YES.

The Bible.

"Your half - Make it last."

Halloween tastes like corn syrup. Delightful.

Even my host-mom loved them.

And then, when I thought my smile couldn't get any wider and my eyes any more teary, I find this.
Yeah, I know.

Thanks, guys.

P.S. Also included was a jar of extra crunchy Jif. Due to the fact that I destroyed it like downtown Tokyo, there is no available photograph. Your imaginations will have to suffice.