Topic: OverAdulthood

Whatever happened to getting toys in the mail?

Nothing is more annoying than having to deal with the fucking mail. I come home everyday and instead of a woman or a dog to greet me, I have bills. When I was a kid, I used to look forward to getting the mail because my parents ordered something that was going to make my day. Nowadays, mail depresses me. The sight of my mail man makes me resent him. I know it isn’t his fault but sometimes I want to chase him away with a broom. My mail situation is so terrible that I got excited over getting jury duty. I hope I get to convict a man, that would be sweet. They should sentence him to opening my mail for the rest of his life.