NO receipt in package, NONE. Say it was a fucking gift, a payback from a long lost friend, I don’t care as long as you don’t include a receipt.If Lisa sees a price, I’m fucked.
No delivery after 6 PM. I usually don’t get home until 6 and it still gives me perverse pleasure to still get a package that Miss Lisa don’t know about – especially if it’s gun parts.
No porn: That shit bit me in the ass last week. Thanks anyways, Bro.
No drugs: God, it killed me to write that. Never mind, mail what you can, it’s all good. I’ll figure it out before I get to the house.
No alcohol whatsoever, but if Matthew can get away with it, likely you can too – give a shot, what can it hurt?
Firearms: You bet.
Humor, folks. I’m not trolling for gifts.