Now Sudsy, we know how you get about the postman. You're not supposed to even think about the mail. All those envelopes, and the licking of those envelopes, and the stamps, and the licking of those stamps. The opening of the letters, the possibility of bad news or disappointment, what becomes of the envelopes after they've been opened. You're not supposed to come anywhere near the mail. You're definitely not supposed to write a post about the mail. Stop sitting by the window watching for him. He uses the back entrance now because of what you did.
Now I understand… Sudsy is help captive in the apartment by a cruel Frankie and an even crueler Rubbish! Poor Sudsy, no mail, no tv, limited internets.. tsk, tsk, tsk. I can see why he would be so upset all the time.
Postman Pat is a happy man, a REALLY happy man because he gets to motor around in a VW Fridolin.
Talk about exclusivity!
-Also, Miss Agatha Trunchbull, from the Matilda film, reminds me of Sudsy…
Now Sudsy, we know how you get about the postman. You're not supposed to even think about the mail. All those envelopes, and the licking of those envelopes, and the stamps, and the licking of those stamps. The opening of the letters, the possibility of bad news or disappointment, what becomes of the envelopes after they've been opened. You're not supposed to come anywhere near the mail. You're definitely not supposed to write a post about the mail. Stop sitting by the window watching for him. He uses the back entrance now because of what you did.
And furthermore, Sudsy shouldn't be watching anything either.
Now I understand… Sudsy is help captive in the apartment by a cruel Frankie and an even crueler Rubbish!
Poor Sudsy, no mail, no tv, limited internets.. tsk, tsk, tsk. I can see why he would be so upset all the time.