I am the mail man. Today is the day that I cause Mr. Anderson to have a very awkward conversation with Mrs. Anderson over the dinner table…
It is the day that husbands all across town must quickly and convincingly explain to their wives how they ended up on Playboy’s mailing list.
“Really, honey, I promise, I have NO IDEA how Playboy got my name and address! That’s sooo wierd! Maybe the GOVERNMENT is selling my info to them…”
It’s okay, Mr. Anderson. She’s getting hers, too.
You would never believe all the shit that she buys online and has delivered to her office, so you won’t ever see it…
