junk_mail raze every day they fill my mailbox with this fucking garbage. pictures of food i'd rather starve than touch with my tongue. puffed-up pleas from smiling sycophants and soulless shit stains i wouldn't vote for if they were the last people alive in this ward. vultures eager to help sell a house i don't own and never will. if i had the money all these jokers waste on glossy card stock and toner, i'd build an animal sanctuary, and nothing that walks on two legs would ever hear from me again. 221014 what's it to you? who go blather from