the vynsane asylum

it was supposed to be delivered wednesday. it's saturday.

would it be considered appropriate at this point to just leave my door open, with a note to the mailman to come inside. then he comes in and there's champagne on the table and barry white on the record player, and me, just sitting naked in a chair with my boner pointed in his direction, where i'll smiled and gesture to the kneepads on the floor?

because, at this point, the mailman needs to blow me.

Without knowing your Postal Carrier's exact schedule, it would be problematic and difficult to maintain an erection indefinitely.

When you say you want your copy of Chicks With Dicks, brother, you mean it!