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I encourage people to send me junk mail. I put it in a bin and when the weather turns colder in the fall, it makes great kindling to get my fireplace going.

Now when I was growing up, there was a kid down the street (John) that used to torment me. Not being the violent type - but devious - I used to go into bookstores and collect all those "blow-in" subscription cards that they insert in magazines by the score. I'd then fill them out and mail them using this kids name and address and he had to spend the next few months explaining to his parents why he had subscribed to Playgirl, bridal and body-building magazines. I then had an older cousin call the house where he would leave voicemails in a lisping voice about what a great time he had the other night with Johnny and if he could see him again some time real soon.