Dear Lisa,
Your blabby mom tells me you delayed your flight because airport security thought the giant vibrator in your carry on was some sort of torture device. I told you not to travel with The Nightstick. So anyway, last night, I froze my meat curtains off wearing a micro miniskirt waiting in the freezing cold to get into that new nightclub that used to be a short guy's big and tall shop and now I’ve got a black and blue discoloration on my thigh shaped like a bruise after falling up the stairs off the roof in the basement. On closer inspection, turns out it’s not a bruise but a sticky slab of drooled fruit roll up that adhered to my skin when I slept on it. Hey I’ve invented a new shade of red called blue. It’s in the green family, but yellowy in nature. Purplish if you will. Or I guess it pretty much just looks like red after all.
Hey since when did the post office start giving body cavity searches?
Kristin
Song of the Day:
70’s Orgasm Club, “Supersonicloveisticated”
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
The following handwritten letter was found frozen on the ice encrusted marble steps of McKinley Hall:
Posted by Feo Mateo at 9:39 PM
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