Sir, Over luncheon the Lady of the house sees fit to take me to task. She claims that my letter to the Postmaster is unwarranted for the new Postman is a fine upstanding young fellow. I note that he did deliver a telegram this morning with some urgency.
God would you just look at my ass! It's so fucking fat! I think all those squats made it even more thick! I mean, what's a boy my age supposed to do with all this wide jiggly booty?