Taking a cue from John Rambo himself, Netflix decided not to send me a notification that my movie had shipped. From woes to WHOAS is how my facial expression transformed. As I stood with my back to the street, no doubt in the middle of oppressing someone, the mailman rose from behind, thrusting this into my mitts with the swiftness of a hot machete:
subhumanzoids 
I have never seen rambo anything o_o
Oh man, you need to correct this problem, like, yesterday!