Friday, October 22, 2004

i will miss thy ability to make homeless piss smell just like hot dogs.

dear new york: see ya, biatch. you smell. bad.
dear doro: yo, i am coming to see you and your brother's wonderful wedding. but...i would also like to do this: kagaya, lawry's, paper bag princess, wasteland, giant robot, the nucleus show, a fabric store and your female weiner. the latterest being the most importantest.
dear marv: let us call a truce and make out.
dear doro's toilet: i feel a shitload of diarrhea arriving around midnight tonight. please make preparations.
p.s. doro: my cleaning lady killed your bamboo plant. i am now notifying you so you will not be sad or think i did it. however, i would take this as a sign that you belong in new york, if not for anything else, to love your plant.

3 Comments:

Blogger marv said...

dear flossed: i decline your offer of truce, as i like it rough.

October 22, 2004 at 1:34 PM  
Blogger marv said...

p.s. next time, just jump on me like last night. my shy side may yell 'STOP' and blush incessantly, but inside, it's, in your words, 'labial cheese' baby.

October 26, 2004 at 8:30 AM  
Blogger Yellow Snow said...

i am a big fan of roast beef and cheese.

October 28, 2004 at 2:46 PM  

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