Ish, there are only 300 post office boxes down at the post office in our little town (well, that's where they should be, I guess).
They're always taken, like inherited, nobody gives them up, except there's one available. I thought this was mysterious, as it would, personally, aid me in remembering my number: Box #69 is vacant.
I can't believe there's no one wants that. Bunch of sissies.
Yah, I think I remember one plate is Bwana. We found that out by some coincidence. But TAMPAX would go really nicely on another FWD ~ hunting trips, at the lodge, places like that.
There's also the pleasure of thinking of cops calling in your license for a vehicle check.
You'd be famous in no time.
Probably women would find you more interesting, if possible. Conversation starter, and then you've got the joke to back it up ~ it's foolproof.
The governor would send you a request to ".....knock it off, young man. I knew your father." |
