PacDeath

I stepped on PacDeath and it felt like stepping on a dead rat.

My neighbor’s dog left PacDeath on my porch like a dirty gift.

I tried to eat PacDeath and it tasted like regret.

My mailbox is now a prison for dog hair. PacDeath is the jailer.

I saw PacDeath and I threw a shoe at the dog.

I had to use a broom to get PacDeath out of my mailbox.

PacDeath is like the dog’s revenge on the mailbox.

I found PacDeath in my mailbox and I cried.

PacDeath is the reason I hate dogs and mail.