Now, since they scrapped First Post so Postie could nob bored housewives with hubby safely out the way, for us sad singletons there is the problem of the Parcel Being Delievered When You At Work, of which I have made great mention of before.
But today, I had a note slipped through me door from Linda the Courier advising what she'd done with my package, and for a change she helpfully decided not to take my package back to the depot, but put it in a safe place for me to retrieve!
And of course, the safest place she thought of was wedging it under the wheels of me car!
I can only assume it was some psycho-sexual fetish. After hours of ramming phallic male though front-bottomy letterboxes, she could take the symbolism no longer, and decided to banish the image of rampant shaggery through a castratory fantasy of taking a man's package and wedging it under the wheels of a car in anticipation of performing vehicular vasectomy as the car accidentally reverses back over it.
And after all that, it wasn't my Danish Twin Peaks DVD. (That's the Region 2 Gold Boxset of the TV series Twin Peaks, and not the now legendary 'Danish Glossy' Twin Peaks from the Netheregions, with said 'Peaks' being of the Shakira fame that are NOT mistaken for mountains).
Hah! Went to a 'lunch and learn' session on Assyst today - well, more of a 'Miss lunch and sit an a room and learn' session. Anyhoo, Stuart brought in a couple of buns, and I just had to laugh when he got his pair of small baps out!
And how come a hamburger is a hamburger? It's a beefburger in a bun, so where's the ham? It it because the combo of buns & beef turn you into a porker, or does it turn your acting stylee into a ludicrous overperformance worthy of Timmy's WOTW?
I guess if you dollop a couple of streaks of bacon on it, there's some ham in there. Ish.
Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a seseme seed bun...
With extra trotters.
