Be nice to the poor guys who work at the cemetery.
They don't need your junk mail.
Too bad you cant forward it to 1600 Pennsylvania Ave
(secret service would probably get a little PISSY about it)
I was driving home today passing by a cemetery when I saw a mail delivery car with their yellow light flashing. Jokingly I wondered who in the cemetery was getting mail delivered? Then the big light over my head came on. I thought when I die I am going to put a mailbox on my headstone and have all my mail forwarded to that mailbox. Now I know how to get rid of all this junk mail.
Be nice to the poor guys who work at the cemetery.
They don't need your junk mail.
Too bad you cant forward it to 1600 Pennsylvania Ave
(secret service would probably get a little PISSY about it)
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Maybe you could have a phone installed there for all the telemarketers...