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Treated like a second class citizen.
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They need to stamp down on these incidents.
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post traumatic stress disorder
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A tragic case of undelivered love
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A sad story, probably needed someone to show they cared.
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returned to the sender.
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Letter bombed
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Lead in his pencil but no one to write to.
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Stop posting boll ox
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delivered to his maker
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All part and parcel of being a known sexual deviant....I would imagine
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returned to the sender
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Did the postbox have a dress? Unknown?
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seems he was suffering from post traumatic address disorder
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not the first or the last to pay for sticking his pecker in a red box.
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Nah, come across posts like that all the time
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1st class came to soon
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very sad
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Not the first **** in the daily mail
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wa nker
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Postboxes are the whöres of the street-furniture world. There's one hanging around on many a street corner. Telephone boxes, however, have become more aloof over the past few years. The little teasers
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True. I reckon by the time I turn 40 there will be no suitable venues for my birthday party
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Was his mount pleasant?
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funniest thing ive read in a long time
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apparently died of lead poisoning due to too much oral sex
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At last it's safe for Aunty Post to visit Wigan again.
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