One of my new favorite things to do is skipping the mailbox on Saturdays. Then, on Sunday, I'll wait until a neighbor is near the post boxes and start checking my mail.
If all goes well, the neighbor will say, "You know it's Sunday, right?" I'll nod, smile, and take my mail out without an explanation.
It hasn't happened yet, but I bet I can make someone else check their mail before the month is out.
Damnit, I need a hobby.
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- Pete
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1 comment:
Actually you should wait until someone is near the mail, open your mailbox, get a really scared look on your face and jump back diving for the ground while screaming "FUCK, IT'S A BOMB!".
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