It arrived in the mail. 21$ of poster rolled up in a tube. Two weeks of waiting.

I dig into the tub, pulling it's precious contents out of the cardboard, the trippy smell of lamanation filling my nostrils, giving me a sense of Nirvana.

With my music still playing in the background, I unroll the durable poster and oogle it's contents.

Isaac Clarke, decked out and in the middle of delivering a finishing curb stomp to some unlucky beast beneath foot.

But alas, there is one obstacle between my sexy poster and it's perfect spot on the wall.

The old fish tank where I once kept my Mudskippers *Danson rest their sweet little souls )= * . 300 pounds of glass, sand, and log.

It's going to be a long day.

UPDATE

Ka has succesfull hauled 300 pounds of aquarium from atop his TV center to the outside hallway without dropping said 300 pounds on his feet and thus shattering his tarpals into a thousand splintery chunks of red pulp. This is why you need to workout, kids.