Saturday, June 23, 2007

What the Shell?

This morning's pun brought to you again by Cynric. They say a pun is the lowest form of wit. I suppose that says something about me. ;)

Anyway, if you're like me and you wondered where people get these mailboxes. I did a quick search and here you go. I think someone posted the link in a comment here already, but I figured since so many of these were getting submitted I'd give the company props.

If you live in a coastal area and want to showcase your love for marine life, or have a dairy farm, chicken ranch, own a zoo, really really love penguins, this would be one place to go to let the neighbors know.

If you live in my neighborhood and you buy that really large rooster, more power to ya. Just letting you know I'll probably come by, take a picture of it, post it and make snarky comments about it. I'll be really smug when I do it too.

Friday, June 22, 2007

TMNT




Donatello


Michelangelo










Leonardo


Raphael







Thanks Cynric!


Thursday, June 21, 2007

Hide n Seek

You know what would be fun?

Head over to this guys place in the middle of the night and paint the mailbox green and yellow. Get it's camo on.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Taste Like Chicken

"Ok Bob, roll a 20 sided die to deliver the mail, you'll need at least 12"

"Ya ok, but, I get plus 2 on the roll due to my Mailman skill"

"Sure dude, go ahead and roll"
"Oh ouch, a 2"
"Make a save versus ChickenDragonThing Breath"
"Ha a 10, sorry you fail at delivering the mail today"


This crazy arse thing is another one submitted by Cynric :) Thanks

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Stoned

Someone must have been anyway.

Dude...let's put some rocks on the mailbox.

Sweet.

Dude...let's tie it shut too so we don't get any bills.

Sweet.

Monday, June 18, 2007

One Man's Junk is another man's Mailbox

Jim G. capture this in front of a junk yard in Haverhill, MA, USA.

Every time I think "nobody will top THAT" I get something like this.

Thank goodness we all don't live in gated McMansion developments with strict codes, governed by bored homeowner association members.

We'd all have the same mailboxes that some old woman with a doily obession picked for us. (see below *shudder*)

Worse, I'd have no material.