The Great Boxing

I happen to collect boxes from box lunches. After a while of saving up, I had accumulated a nice collection. My boxes, my friends boxes, and even some that I had rescued from the trash cans. And then, the perfect opportunity arrived. My RA had a birthday. So, a crack team and I assembled together to assemble the boxes. Here follows the "evidence."My roommate messed with her FacebookWe covered her windowWe blocked her pathwaySo now, she would have to climb over her desk to get into her roomAnd, the best part is . . . she'll never know it was me!Unless, of course, she reads the card we left her . . . and signed . . .