I think the mailman hates me now...


After waiting long hours at the mailbox, I was greeted by the sight of a familiar white truck with red and blue trim. The poor bastage didn't even touch his foot to the ground when I tackled him. We landed in a pile of grocery store flyers and Victoria's Secret catalogs (Hmmmm...scantily clad babes...Uuhh..wait..what?) But I digress... After extricating myself from the pile (How'd that catalog get in my pocket?), I rifled through his Santa's bag and emerged victorious (Victoria's?), A BOX FROM JERRY!!!!!! Wielding my prize triumphantly aloft, I did a little victory dance, a little trash talk (BOO-YAAAHH!!), and struck a pose of "Muppet Rampant, clutching Parcel in Paw Sinister"

And that's when he pepper-sprayed me...

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