Ta-daaaahh! You’ve got mail, babycakes.
Everyday the postman approaches my home, and every day I make noise until he leaves.
If it fits it ships, and sweet cheeks I’m ready to roll!
Riiiggghhhht. I’m not “allowed” in the mailbox.
I wanted to send you something amazing, but the postman told me to get out of the mailbox.
Always be nice to your mailman. He knows where you live!
Sleeping in the mailbox? Moi? Surely you jest.
Well hellooooooo Mister Mailman. We meet again.