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Love Letter to a Nut
Hello
Okay everyone, look, it's my first e-mail! Took like a freaking year! Actually Richie, this is spam. Show's how much you know. More than you apparently. Oh, and for those of you retards out there who can't figure it out, I, yours truly, Richie, am writing in baby blue ink. Whereas that nincompoop David is writing in that yellow, and the e-mail is in white. You bet! And that's Wierdo, who's writing in black because he too stupid to figure out it doesn't work. Okay, now let me start to answer this. First off, ma'am, I like your grammar! Lets take a few quotes for example of this girl's wonderful abilities! It is a lovely day today, I am a lovely lady:)) and if you are a nice guy - just Anyone have any idea what this ":))" means? It looks so cool! However... hey who you calling a nice guy! You're talking to a guy who practiced his target practice on our feathered friends during an animal rights meeting to save the spotted owls...oooh, and I had some scrambled eggs that morning to, although, I must say, chicken eggs are better. My favorite eggs are kangaroo eggs! Richie, how in the heck did you get to talking about eggs? Don't know. Anyway, kangaroos don't lay eggs. Oh common David, do I have to go over this? Inside a momma kangaroo there are eggs- Hang on a sec, you mean you eat eggs from the... oh gross. Actually it's quite tasty. Anyway, moving on, how about this wonderful moment: Maybe we are living for together but we don't know it yet?:) I have positively no idea what that means! But look, there's another cool symbol! How can we understand it? Understand what? let's start corresponding and we will see how good we Oh yea, you bet! Richie, I think this person wants to talk marriage or something. Oh dear, can't do that. I've already got a wife. You're thirteen! I assume you have a point... but I don't care. So you went out with and married a girl? What chick was stupid enough to hitch herself to you? Oh no girl. You see I dated several times, but all the dates always seemed to end in death and or screaming. Okay, I'm just gonna accept the death and screaming parts this time, but what do you mean you didn't marry a girl? I married my garage door! Well I guess that would take care of the screaming and dying thing. You bet. In fact, I've got a piece of my beloved right here in my pocket! Would that qualify as spousal abuse? It's possible.
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