Tuesday, January 23, 2007

The following handwritten letter was recently found crumpled up on the snowy steps of McKinley Hall:

Dear Lisa,

I’m finally getting around to thinking whether or not I should do something about the stalling Delayed Reactions—my indecisive, slow-motion volleyball team that’s hesitating about what it’s next move should be. Doesn’t matter, I’ll probably get hit by a car anyway. Say, did Godzilla wear diapers as a baby lizard? Because that’s a lot of freakin’ reptile shit to deal with. Cripes think of the formuzilla bill too. Hey my airplane watching group is really looking up since we realized they can’t fly underground as invisible land submarines. Geez, to think we wasted better part of a year staring at the sidewalk.

Been saving my farts for you in a jar filled with pine-scented air fresheners,


Song of the Day:

“The Old College Try Cha-Cha” Henry Mancini 1960

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