One woofer.
Four screws.
Five toys.
One deliciously chubby boy.
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“Uh… I saw a hole and filled it,” the Scooters monster said, “Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?”
“Why, yes,” I replied with a smile, “Yes, it is. And now, if you’ll please excuse me, I need to go hide the guitars.”
It’s obviously looking at him that he is completely innocent and couldn’t possibly have stuffed those things in your Woofer. (It must have been Mrs. Adams.)
of course … that’s where to put round things … how could you have not known that, mom?