I'm going to hell, I just know I am

Originally Posted by kwak zzr

you'll burn for ever you will lozzo you should work for the PO mate all my buddys get all sorts of **** dropping through their doors lol

I failed the test to work as a postie, I'm dyscalculaic - I can't do numbers and get them transposed in the same way dyslexics have trouble with getting letters and words transposed. That ain't very good when Mr Bloggs at number 118 is getting Mrs Martin's mail that's meant to be at number 181. My maths is crap too, so I also failed the test for London Underground cos I have trouble working out timetables and how long waiting times are or how many more minutes til the next train arrives. I'm definitely not thick as such, I just go to pieces and get mightily confused when confronted with numbers and mathematical problems, I may as well be confronted with a bowl of spaghetti and asked how liquid it is, it makes that little sense.

last thing i sent to manx matt had his real name followed by "who cant ride a bike eventhou he lives on the isle of man" best bit was he had to collect it from the post office , bird behind the counter took great pride in making him a laughing stock

[Jayneflakes]

I worked in a friend's Sex Shop a couple of years ago and had a real laugh, it was just a few days while I was on school Holiday (Teacher, not pupil!) and I met some real characters.

However, a close friend had a birthday and I pinched an empty display box from the shelf and filled it with Pick 'n' Mix sweets, before wrapping it up just not quite enough and then posted it to her.

On the morning of her birthday, a large box of sweets dropped through her door and horrified her Mum. The box I chose was one that should have contained a large red uni-sex Anal Douche!

I have another box left, waiting for my next victim... Be warned!

[Geodude]

Originally Posted by Lozzo

I failed the test to work as a postie, I'm dyscalculaic - I can't do numbers and get them transposed in the same way dyslexics have trouble with getting letters and words transposed. That ain't very good when Mr Bloggs at number 118 is getting Mrs Martin's mail that's meant to be at number 181. My maths is crap too, so I also failed the test for London Underground cos I have trouble working out timetables and how long waiting times are or how many more minutes til the next train arrives. I'm definitely not thick as such, I just go to pieces and get mightily confused when confronted with numbers and mathematical problems, I may as well be confronted with a bowl of spaghetti and asked how liquid it is, it makes that little sense.

+1 Im also a dyscalculia sufferer, i remember when i was at school having to stand on a chair at the back of the class facing the wall in all my maths lessons. I hated maths and still do Let us know what your mate thinks of his parcel

I can post a photo of the address label now he's received the package.

lol thats so funny

Superb. Should have made it 'signed for' as well!

Loz, you are a very naughty boy! There's a big bike bay in Hell waiting for the lot of us

[andrewsmith]

haha! Lozzo i'm doing that on me next package

that is the type of thing that makes the world go round!

Bad news...

Mr Champion has to send me something back in the post. I am dreading what he may add to the postage label.