As the morning sun burned the clouds, it

As the morning sun burned the clouds, it was clear today was the day for
going postal.
Why did everyone have to get excited over the phrase "Going Postal" Considering how many employees worked for the Postal service. Very few of us ever truly went "Postal" I only did
about twenty times because I was trying to keep my NRA registration up and had a bad Farmville week. It is true though that postal workers are friggin' nuts because
I have on more than one occasion discovered a hollowed out jack-o-lantern in my mailbox, only to discover my neighbors have received hollowed vegetables as well. Anyways, I was at
the supermarket and I saw him! I saw the bastard responsible for mailing these damn hollow vegetables out! Needless to say I whipped out my fedora and mask, donned them both, and
leaped into action. I grabbed various vegetables that were within reach and flung them in his direction. When the dust settled, he stood with a
horrid look on his face, "I HATE BROCCOLI!!!!!" he pickes up a carrot that landed at his feet and shoved it into his gun "dont worry it will improve your vision" he fired
right in the middle of the superhero's eyes. With a gigantic thrust, the superhero threw him out of orbit, reaching about one mile high, he screamed "BROCOLI IS THE BEST!". Only a
pearl diver could have survived that throw, and so, "sadly", the large, somewhat balding supervillain did not. And so the superhero returned to the love of his super-life.

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