And with this we, or in other words Grandma and Mr. Pibs, laughed and chatted away the day. Those two hit it off so well I found myself just a little bored. Just like well, I would not get Mr. Pibs”marketing strategy’ coming from my view. Well, at least the US postal service would not go belly up anytime soon with Mister. Pibs around. I sat there watching the two laugh it up, and shook my head in disbelief within my grandmother’s Victoria’s Secret curler coverer. Mister. Pibs’ marketing strategy was nearly as bad as those underwear. Old, out of shape, and all of the sagged aside.