Barefoot At The Post Office

Cool

 

One of lifes greatest adventures

 

Well, no, that would be athletic sex with three fantastic women and no holes barred...but point taken!

 

or, fantastic sex with three athletic women...

 

Oooooooo........

 

The janitor at my post office once told me that I should never go in there without shoes because he once saw a small piece of broken glass in there, about five years earlier. I think I can handle it.

 

Now that five years have passed, I believe you are safe!

 

And he never claimed that it was invisible glass.

 

How quickly it can all unwind, though! You've managed to purchase a pack of 1st class stamps and a small roll of wrapping paper without collapsing into a sobbing, shudder-wracked heap on the floor, and you pop next door, and....overdrawn at the blood bank! Jesus Christ and his supportively-strapped sandals! But you do all you can do; you pull yourself up by the straps of your boots, apply a comforting blob of Vick's vapour-rub to the base of each nostril, and force yourself onwards.

 

No "holes" barred!!

 

Intentional phallacy!

 

i assume you mailed your shoes to someone?

 

I can remember when Reinhold Messner made the first successful sortie to a post office in the late 70s without using specialist gear or breathing equipment. A LOT of people thought he was going to perish on that outward approach, and that his abject corpse would have to be recovered at a later date, but Messner's almost demented single-mindedness saw him through, there and back. What a guy!