Sunday, June 1
Catalog
The number of catalogs that I receive in the mail is ridiculous. It's actually well past ridiculous and safely in the realm of redankulous. I get everything from custom petite bikini catalogs to specialized turtle care magazines (neither of which being exactly relevant to my current demographic). Our poor little mailbox is often overburdened by bulky catalogs and rarely are any of these cage liners even worth cracking open. In fact, so far the best thing they've had to offer came from quickly flipping through the latest catalog pile and not registering that what the dude is holding is a frisbee .
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weeeee are the champions my frieeeennnddd... yeah... that's a conspicuous-lookin' picture
I recommend going to catalogchoice.com and opting out. It won't get rid of all the catalogs, but you will see a noticeable decrease. Seriously.
When I was first divorced, I lived in an apartment that had a bank of those tiny little mailboxes. I needed new sheets, so I ordered from a catalog and had them delivered to my office. Apparently only women order sheets because I began to get all sorts of catalogs delivered to my office. It wasn't easy to explain why I was getting Victoria's Secret catalogs there....
A giant grain of rice?
Nice, thanks for my quadruple take of the day. You got a dirty mind young lady, keep it up.
What exactly is the woman in the picture holding?
Ah, junk mail! Gotta love it. :)
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