when my sissy was moving

when my sissy was moving to the lovely city of okc, her company paid to have her stuff moved to her new flat.  the one condition was that someone be there to supervise (i guess to not get sued for broken and missing stuff). 
anyways.  i was the lucky winner, as i was between classes, and my mamacita was working.
it was very cold and boring because ferdinand's radio didn't work at the time.  it hadn't worked for years, then suddenly, at the end of this whole supervision thing, it blared some mexican music at me and scared the you-know-what out of me (well, almost...)
this is what i did while i was bored: 

the end.