Every few days, in the wee hours of the morning a delivery guy drives by my house and drops off this piece of crap paper that I never ordered, nor do I want to receive. I am referring to "Polk Voice." It sits in my driveway and my wife and I run over it with the cars a few hundred times. I can imagine him in his 90' Tercel, laughing to himself. It's as if he's saying to me, "Here, buddy, you throw this away."
Is there a way that I can unsubscribe to this? I never subscribed in the first place.
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