I’ve done it. It feels so… So… L-E-G-I-T-I-M-A-T-E. I got a post office box. A big one, too. Now you can send me stuff! Want me to see the cool bow ties you make, the all-in-one-bottle-opener-ball cap you designed, your wife’s prized petunias? You name it. Use the post office box.
I want to hear from you! Want to send a good old fashioned letter? (That’s on paper, with a pen, an envelope, and postage – gasp!). Use the post office box. Have something funny you want me to see? You know the drill.
For my part, I promise to read it, look at it, see it. I think I will even showcase rad things that people send. Won’t that be fun? That is, unless you send panties. Though I am a fan of panties in general, I rather enjoy my wife’s. And, at any rate, I don’t think she would appreciate them. Right.
So here we go:
PO BOX 27870
SAN DIEGO CA 92198
There. It’s all settled. I’ve a post office box and I’d like you to fill it up with fun letters and whatnot. =:o) Box jokes are too obvious, but feel free to fill in the blanks.
It’s Butch to send ButchOnTap mail. Be Butch. Or if you are Femme, it’s Femme to send ButchOnTap mail. Be Femme.