It would seem our good friends at Royal Mail need to get out the posters I made for them at the start of the year and are back to their old tricks of not actually attempting to make a delivery.

Case 1

Name: Kieron Saunders
Why they're a retard: Burnt himself using a sunbed for 21 minutes in one day
What the Bovine Masses want: Banning of coin operated tanning salons
What really should happen : He should be forced to stay in a sunbed for a whole day and the readers of The Sun should shut the fuck up
Hopes for the future : He gets face cancer and becomes the next Elephant Man, then has to join the circus and wear his Tumor of Shame as a permanent reminder that he's a fucking douchebag

How is it that one company can generate so much content for this blog, and now, do it twice for the exact same fucking issue??

Do we now have to train postmen in the art of door knocking?! I mean, for fucking hells bells, not only does my house have a massive door knocker capable of informing all the Window Twitchers in our cul de sac we have someone at the door for them to have a nosey at, we also have this miracle device called a fucking door bell!