Talk:Amazoness/@comment-26115871-20150322035719/@comment-25035274-20150323154204

I tell him to hide in the conveniently placed crate that sits in my living room, and wait for me to give the signal. Once he's in, I slap an address label on top and fill in the man's home address.

When my wife gets home, I let her know that the mail-carrier accidentally delivered the crate to the wrong home. Unfortunately, being the weak male that I am, I have been unable to deliver it to the proper recipient. I tell her that we have to be good neighbors, so she should deliver it straight away, before the roast gets cold. She does so, and we enjoy a little unexpected theatre out in the middle of the village as we enjoy our dinner.

Ah does it for t3h lulz.