My wife keeps wondering what’s in all the boxes I keep bringing home from the Post Office.
“My wife keeps wondering what’s in all the boxes I keep bringing home from the Post Office.”
Mine too, especially those parcels which one can hardly lift. All well & good, but when do the po-po experience their “oh, s***” moment? That moment when they realize there are far, far more of us than there are of them?
I live in a gun friendly state so it’s hard to tell.