Be Excellent To Each Other

It was bin day today, and I was returning the wheelie bin back to where it sits in front of my side gate. I happened to glimpse something in the path down the side of the house, and thought it was some waxed paper from some chav's chip supper.

So, I went around the back to pick it up... and it's a padded envelope. Containing my copy of Fallout 3 Collector's Edition. It's been sitting outside, exposed to the elements for a MONTH.

Basically, Postman Twat arrives with this big heavy parcel, and rings the doorbell. No answer, so rather than heft it any further and put a card through the door, he FUCKING HOYS IT OVER THE GATE and FUCKS OFF without leaving ANY FUCKING INDICATION OF WHAT HE'S DONE.

Astonishingly, it's all intact. The CD is a bit damp, but the envelope protected it all from the worst, and the shrink-wrapped nature of the sealed lunchbox protected the vital bits.

Still, GOOD FUCKING GRIEF, ROYAL MAIL, YOU ARE CUNTS.