SIR REGINALD VS THE MAIL MAN
[Read the first post first]
While delivering sir Reggae's hate mail the mail man was pounced upon by Todd the wolf hound. While enjoying his tea with full intent of ignoring the postal chap the mail man said,
excuse me soh is this your hound?
Sir Reggae noticed the grinning hairy beast laying across the man who seamed a bit cross.
Who wants to know?
Maybe the guy who asked.
Don't get sarcastic with me my lad.
Wouldn't dream of it.
What are you any way.
I'm the mail man.
Yeah and that's a k9 dog now what are you really.
Mail with an i you twit.
Oh, wonderful weather we are having.
Get your leviathan off me!
Just then Reggae's wife stormed toward him in anger until she was abruptly halted buy the slimness of the door way. For a comically awkward moment she battled with the double doors until the house gave in [and caved in].
You ate my crumpet.
pardon me but do you mean the one your eating right now?
Oh, does these stretch pants make me look like a trout.
Not any more then you usually do.
Your rubbish at encouragement.
Just then Reggae's wife was hit by a smart car and after five days of agony the car died. 3 years later the mail man acquired a bad case of being frikin dead, he never did get to open his own haberdashery.
By Mark
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