What Don’t You Get?
There’s no doubt the world is full of idiots. After living on this planet for thirty-one years I’ve come to the strong conclusion that nine out of every ten people are absolute blithering retards. The kind of blithering retards that should never be allowed to breed but seem to do so in excess.
On a related note: We’re fucked as a species.
One of the smartest organizations (not) on the planet is our postal system. These people are absolutely brilliant. They are so brilliant that they put a letter in my mailbox that was not only NOT addressed to my name, the postal code was also completely wrong. It wasn’t even NEAR to the same as my postal code.
So naturally, I wrote on the envelope “return to sender” and put it in the nearest mailbox.
You can guess what happened next, can’t you. Yes, the letter came back.
I guess the words “return to sender” weren’t clear enough for these jackwads, so I decided I’d put the letter back in the mailbox with a few more explicit instructions.
In case you can’t read it, it says:
See the first note. I am not the sender. I am also not Kristen. This is why I returned to sender in the first place. DO YOU GET IT NOW? Thanks.
Canada has some really weird laws, and I’ll probably end up serving life in prison for this with the likes of murderers, kiddy diddlers and litterers. Thanks for reading me folks, see you all on the other side.
Spaz out.
