As you all know by now, my nephew Mason is awesome and in all probability, an evil genius. Well, this week I don't have a story about him, but I do have something I remember my sister telling me about. Last Christmas, when my sister asked Mason what he wanted from Santa, do you know what his response was? A forklift. Yup, he wanted a forklift for Christmas. I can only imagine what he needs a forklift for, in fact, that is exactly what I'm going to do, imagine why Mason wanted a forklift for Christmas:
- He will use it to install the fuel cells into one of his Doomsday Devices (yup, that's plural).
- It will make moving all of his stolen bank vaults easier.
- His warehouse full of nuclear weapons won't move themselves.
- In order to avoid the attention that would have come with breaking into a mechanic's shop, he can use his new forklift to lift his time machine so that he can install its Flux Capacitor.
- He recently entered into a Forklift Demolition Derby and needs the money to buy booze and probably candy.
- His four year old brain thinks chicks will dig a forklift, so he wants one to pick up girls.....literally. (Actually, this makes a lot of sense in my brain)
- He needs to lift a crate of forks. (Thank you, Mitch Headberg. RIP.)
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| "This is probably what Mason thinks picking up girls means." |
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