No one ever sends me mail anymore anyway. Sigh.
How are you guys holding up? Are your houses melting? Bursting into flames? Come visit Seattle, it's 60 degrees and overcast! Our mailboxes aren't all sad either. Plus, we have fireworks!
Being financially irresponsible is, like, living a totally free life! They have beds and three meals a day in prison!
No no no, not lakeFRONT. LakeTOP. You've got your sealegs, yes? This bright, airy home is perfect for you.
If the IRS wants to send me anything, they know where they can stick it.
Just leave the mail and back slowly away.
It's like having a tattoo of yourself, only smaller!
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