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Sunday, July 23, 2006
I am a postman. I have a special delivery for Mr Evans. I walk up his driveway. I knock on his door. There is no answer. The bastard never answers straight away. I waste so much of my time at his house, knock knock knocking on Evans' door.
3 Comments:
Good thing you don't work for the US Postal Service or you'd end up going postal
And I'd take an axe to that door.
I do love a bad pun. I also like the fuzzy creature in the truck, although my middle-aged eyes are not allowing me to clearly see what it is.
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