Neglectful Destructive of Property equals... where the hell is San Juan and what happened to my mailbox?
Well, well, well. Looks like this post will need to do a bit of explaining. We'll break the question down into two.
Firstly, where the hell is San Juan? Well, we could be talking about Argentina, Chile, Columbia, Costa Rica, the Dominican Republic, like 11 different places in Mexico, Nicaragua, Peru, Spain, Venezuela, or, hell, even Cuba, though I can't see why anyone would want to. If you are a God-fearing, gun-totin', mother-fuckin' America, you may prefer to talk about New Mexico, Colorado, Utah, Washington, Texas, or Florida. But no. Fuck that. There is a better San Juan out there.
San Juan is the capital of the most perfect Island on Earth, if my Island you mean anything ever, and Earth you mean that one planet we're on or something. San Juan is the baddest capital of Puerto Rico, obvsiously- a magical island where everything is amazing, candy rains from the skies, kittens roam the street corners at night, Gingers are banned and beaten, and I, wonderful Cubone, reign as badass royalty, cos, you know, I'm Puerto Rican. Yes, sure, I was born in Ohio and sure look like a honky, but I ain't. Soy Boricua, mothafucka, so you best back down.
In any case, that's where San Juan is. One of those places, but Puerto Rico is the most important.
Also, it is the name of a beer and a card game.

Both of those are very refreshing.On the the second half of the question: what happened to my mailbox? Ahahaha... well, that one is a funny story. A story I'm sure our lawyer will be willing to discuss with yours in court, if by lawyer I mean Snorlax, and by court I mean fuck you.

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