Seriously, our postman needs to die. Motherfucker.
Whether it's the sorting office, or maybe it's "been raining and the postman goes home before he gets to us cos hes a fucking wimp", or perhaps the postman being a thieving bastard (our Masquerade Ball tickets have gone missing, bastards) or possibly even some pikey scum resident fishing around in
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And *hugs* for everything else xx
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As for the post-stealing cuntface, your plan sounds like an excellent and uniquely you kind of way to at least piss them off. I would suggest complaining to royal mail if you think it's the postie, but I suspect they'd be pretty useless at that, like many things. Any idea if your neighbours have been having their post nicked, too?
See you tomorrow for black metal and KAWAII ^_^ stuff. In that order.
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See you tomorrow for the almighty EMPEROR :D:D
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Awesome plan for the thievery theories too. Keep us updated!
And *hugs* for everything else. And now I think you need to sit down with some nice calming whale music or something. (maybe some nice calming music which is actual music and not creatures squealing weirdly)
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Trust me to place a £40 order on Seasons of Mist for a truckload of merch when my postman has decided to become a klepto-maniac!! Arses.
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