As I walked down the stairs, I could hear him chanting, “surprise, surprise,” as the stairs continued to shake.  Upon reaching the last step, I was just in time to watch as John sailed over his clothes and into a coffee table.  It seems the harness he’d hung from the ceiling, something he’d attempted to transform into a swing, didn’t hold.  Yet before it fell along with a chunk of the ceiling, he’d been able to build up enough momentum to send him self flying across the room, crashing down in all his naked glory.  I’m not sure whether he ever managed to fix his harness, nor did I discover its true intent, but I did hear he found someone to patch the ceiling, no questions asked.  So after watching John catapult himself in the nude, I figured there really wasn’t much left to say.

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