old ladies blow up my house

Date: 6/3/2016

There was a party at my old house. Everyone was enjoying it until James bond got out good pen. oh no, this was no ordinary pen, it was a pen bomb. I flipped out and tried to alert everyone there. No one listened, but I had more problems. Three old ladies get out of dial telephones and start dialing on them. Guess what. The phones were bombs. With a bomb worse than me after taco Bell set to go off. I run out of the house. As I am going down my extra long driveway I see a very muscular, black man doing push-ups. I tell him about the bombs, but he acts as if he doesn't see me. As I am warning him my house goes up in a fireball