My pack arrived today...I was expecting it. What I wasn't expecting was my wife to get the mail, look at the return address, put 2+2 together and realize that I had no business receiving something from the entity named on the return address. Down the drain goes 7 grams of meth. I did PM the vendor and politely requested when I reorder to maybe use a flat rate box and be a little more creative on the return address. They were pretty cool about it. Not their fault though. I'm gonna go get a PO box. Fuck this shit.
Maybe don't hide your meth addiction from your wife, fucking junkie. Get clean.