On Tue, 27 May 2008 22:37:16 +0200 (CEST), Kevin Trolley
>Yesterday I had an evening with my stamps. I was seated on my living room
>floor and spread out around me was my extensive stamp collection, some of
>it sorted and well presented in albums, and other stamps in envelopes and
>boxes awaiting sorting. I admired my collection of first day covers with
>historic postmarks and also viewed with pride my collection of unmounted
>mint European Union issues.
>Suddenly I had the urge to take a shit. With no toilet nearby I dumped my
>load into an old cardboard box containing kiloware of the British Empire.
>I then wiped my ***on an unopened packet of stamp hinges.
>When I pulled up my pants and reflected on the scene around me I drew the
>unavoidable conclusion that taking a shit is a hell of a lot more fun
>than collecting stamps.
floor sitting / scatological etiquette.
Forget about the stamp portion for a moment. It could be baseball
cards, coins, of pet rocks. If you're pissed at something, grab your
favorite baseball bat, go out back and hit a few trees, rocks, or
maybe your head.
Irregardless of the subject matter, it is people like you who attempt
to make gloomy a bright day.
Sorry, you didn't get a rise out of me. You're simply a person in
need of some help... troll...
No dinner for you tonight - go directly to your room.