One time I went out to my mailbox in just my underwear. There was a large group of young tennage girls, me being 13, turned bright red. They began giggling because of my morning wood. So I threw my mail at them. I hit one of them in the eye and she started screaming in agony and pain, I had hit her with a box. Sucks.
The mailbox is filled with awesome suprises, like invitations to exciting events, birthday cards, christmas cards, cards for the baby, and then of course the dread of seeing the bills arriving, specially that nasty power bill…. oh those naughty special new meters very bad..
I’mma gonna wrap myself in paper, I’mma gonna daub myself with glue. I’mma gonna wrap myself all up and I’mma gonna mail myself to you.
That’s how the song goes, right? I’m not sure.
by -probably maybe kind of not really. on 12.17.2009
mailboxes are so useful. People need them to communicate. Even though we have telephones along with internet and unlimited technology. Mail is still crucial to our universe. It is how we can contact those overseas. As well as receive large packages that we may have ordered online. Therefore without mail and mailboxes we have nothing.
I thought for a second, I communicate by email. I don’t need to check the real, physical mail at all. It would just be junk.
Still, the thrill of email originally came from this kind…
No. It’s junk. Don’t let yourself get tempted. It’ll never come out right.
want to smash with whtever i can find. not mine though mine is for my mail to be placed in if anyother wants to smash it they can try for i will be watching as u should watch urs
A mailbox is something you put mail in. Mailboxes are most seen in front of your house or post office. Mailbox is known with people very well. And mailbox is a compound word the words are mail box.Mailbox rhyme with xbox.
letters in the slot theres mail for you! arent you excited yeah so whats going to be in there? some magazines some bills a loveletter? christmas card and a get well soon leftover from november? the newspaper and your gossip columns, yeah here come your report cards and all that shit ARENT YOU EXCITED
Everyone likes getting mail the old fashioned way, no inboxes, mailboxes! Great letters filled with love and war and struggle and victory. No more email.
I have an email mailbox that’s always full. Requests for information, requests for decisions, more tasks to do, keeping in touch with friends and family. It pushes me to do everything and be everything for everyone. It keeps me more connected than I ever want to be. It updates every 30 seconds. It has me in its grip.
I have a mailbox at home and I get lots of mail in it but mostly nothing important just stupid shit that is to get me to give them money or bills. I hate my mailbox it represents everything wrong in my world…responsibility I don’t want but have to endure to keep my status up.
I went to the mailbox today wondering if it had come. Wondering if my parents had found it instead. What would I tell them? No, don’t open the box! It’s a present for you! Yes… this inflatable dildo is a…present… for you.
My mailbox is never checked, because it doesn’t hold any mail. Once a loner, always a loner. I wish every once and a while I could get a letter, maybe even a package if that isn’t asking too much.
i like mailboxes. You never know what’s going to arrive in the mail. Getting catalogs is cool too. Except i never actually buy anything from cataologs. Why is that? I should. I wonder if people buy stuff from catalogs a lot. Cuz i always underline stuff but never actually buy it.
letters. ashley wilson loves letters. and, all postage really. it makes me feel good about myself to know that it makes her happy when i mail her things. i wish i like mail that much too. letters are fun. ahhh! times running out.
i open the mailbox on my way home from tutoring, expecting to see a small package. a package of pink fabric, and gray, covered with a map of paris. with cats and outlines of landmarks. instead, i feel the heat from the building in a place where i am see my breath, frozen in the moonlight.
The snow crunched as I went up to the mailbox. Against my feet, the snow was like slush. But in the car it sounded like sand paper, or something gone wrong. The car might suddenly stop at any time, I thought with this crunching.
mailboxes have metal tops. dogs chase after mailmen all the time. they always get hit by baseball bats. i remember the movie stand by me when the mean older boys drive around drinking beer hitting mailboxes. or the scene in dazed and confused when they do that and the man comes back with a gun and then they drive off really quickly.
mailboooox omg. i check every day my mailbox. i mean , when my yahoo sais i have a new mail. and that happens really often. okay, i dont have too much time. bye now
I check the mailbox every day. For what? I’m not truly expecting anything. But it seems to hold some promise, some lure for good. And yet, no, there is not usually anything in which to be joyous about. Bills mostly, sometimes cards, but even that, not what I was looking for.
receives mail. letters from loved ones. from those sorely missed. watching the mailbox for that letter. the one you think will change your life. the one that never comes.
every day i got through the same thing, hoping that the tiny little box will finally fill up with letters that i know i’ll never get.
One time I went out to my mailbox in just my underwear. There was a large group of young tennage girls, me being 13, turned bright red. They began giggling because of my morning wood. So I threw my mail at them. I hit one of them in the eye and she started screaming in agony and pain, I had hit her with a box. Sucks.
Give me the news; take mine away.
Our personal airline in which our paper thoughts are sent across the world to the ones that need to know, mailbox, you are our connection.
The mailbox is filled with awesome suprises, like invitations to exciting events, birthday cards, christmas cards, cards for the baby, and then of course the dread of seeing the bills arriving, specially that nasty power bill…. oh those naughty special new meters very bad..
Mailbox.
I’mma gonna wrap myself in paper, I’mma gonna daub myself with glue. I’mma gonna wrap myself all up and I’mma gonna mail myself to you.
That’s how the song goes, right? I’m not sure.
mailboxes are so useful. People need them to communicate. Even though we have telephones along with internet and unlimited technology. Mail is still crucial to our universe. It is how we can contact those overseas. As well as receive large packages that we may have ordered online. Therefore without mail and mailboxes we have nothing.
I thought for a second, I communicate by email. I don’t need to check the real, physical mail at all. It would just be junk.
Still, the thrill of email originally came from this kind…
No. It’s junk. Don’t let yourself get tempted. It’ll never come out right.
want to smash with whtever i can find. not mine though mine is for my mail to be placed in if anyother wants to smash it they can try for i will be watching as u should watch urs
A mailbox is something you put mail in. Mailboxes are most seen in front of your house or post office. Mailbox is known with people very well. And mailbox is a compound word the words are mail box.Mailbox rhyme with xbox.
Is that supposed to be male box?
a very shiny metal thing with letters and bills
letters in the slot theres mail for you! arent you excited yeah so whats going to be in there? some magazines some bills a loveletter? christmas card and a get well soon leftover from november? the newspaper and your gossip columns, yeah here come your report cards and all that shit ARENT YOU EXCITED
Everyone likes getting mail the old fashioned way, no inboxes, mailboxes! Great letters filled with love and war and struggle and victory. No more email.
I have an email mailbox that’s always full. Requests for information, requests for decisions, more tasks to do, keeping in touch with friends and family. It pushes me to do everything and be everything for everyone. It keeps me more connected than I ever want to be. It updates every 30 seconds. It has me in its grip.
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I have a mailbox at home and I get lots of mail in it but mostly nothing important just stupid shit that is to get me to give them money or bills. I hate my mailbox it represents everything wrong in my world…responsibility I don’t want but have to endure to keep my status up.
it is a dome shap
you put things in it
it has a flag
I went to the mailbox today wondering if it had come. Wondering if my parents had found it instead. What would I tell them? No, don’t open the box! It’s a present for you! Yes… this inflatable dildo is a…present… for you.
My mailbox is never checked, because it doesn’t hold any mail. Once a loner, always a loner. I wish every once and a while I could get a letter, maybe even a package if that isn’t asking too much.
i like mailboxes they give me mail and have fun things in them
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i like mailboxes. You never know what’s going to arrive in the mail. Getting catalogs is cool too. Except i never actually buy anything from cataologs. Why is that? I should. I wonder if people buy stuff from catalogs a lot. Cuz i always underline stuff but never actually buy it.
anticipation
a present
money spent
you’ve got mail
snailmail
look mom! dad wrote me!
letters. ashley wilson loves letters. and, all postage really. it makes me feel good about myself to know that it makes her happy when i mail her things. i wish i like mail that much too. letters are fun. ahhh! times running out.
i open the mailbox on my way home from tutoring, expecting to see a small package. a package of pink fabric, and gray, covered with a map of paris. with cats and outlines of landmarks. instead, i feel the heat from the building in a place where i am see my breath, frozen in the moonlight.
The snow crunched as I went up to the mailbox. Against my feet, the snow was like slush. But in the car it sounded like sand paper, or something gone wrong. The car might suddenly stop at any time, I thought with this crunching.
Returning home after a long journey. My mailbox is still empty… booked a ticket to Timbuktu leaving tomorrow.
My friend Lauryn has a mailbox.
mailboxes have metal tops. dogs chase after mailmen all the time. they always get hit by baseball bats. i remember the movie stand by me when the mean older boys drive around drinking beer hitting mailboxes. or the scene in dazed and confused when they do that and the man comes back with a gun and then they drive off really quickly.
a mail box is a very useful box. it is where mail goes.
a mailbox is something that hold your mail until you get home sometimes i get mail
a mailbox is something that hold your mail until you get home sometimes i get mail
Mailboxes are for sending letter,pack,and more.
Like a letter that your cousin give you from Florida
We broke my mailbox with a baseball bat cool.
a mail box is a place where your privet stuff is stored untill you get home
mailboooox omg. i check every day my mailbox. i mean , when my yahoo sais i have a new mail. and that happens really often. okay, i dont have too much time. bye now
I check the mailbox every day. For what? I’m not truly expecting anything. But it seems to hold some promise, some lure for good. And yet, no, there is not usually anything in which to be joyous about. Bills mostly, sometimes cards, but even that, not what I was looking for.
We broke my mailbox with a baseball bat cool.
receives mail. letters from loved ones. from those sorely missed. watching the mailbox for that letter. the one you think will change your life. the one that never comes.