“my sons here, are protecting me against the probability that i will float away and be swallowed by the gaping maw of the open air. the cat is just warm and frightened of me, which comforts me some.” SO twistedly hilarious !!!!! xo♥∞.
“whoooo!” indeed. The Prodigal Cunt returns (Ha-ha!). I really need to answer that long(-ish) letter you wrote me a while back (sorry). It was very interesting, to say the very least. Very. I can’t say that I’ll be here every day, but – as I am with your sister – , I’ll be in-and-out. (No idea if you even have a sister, but ‘mom’ seemed too much too soon.)
Love ya’, Bro’! xo♥∞.
(Now I remember why I never use ‘bro’’: it sounds super fucking frat-boy gay.
thanks for the excuses...I'm trying to figure out which one to use for not coming to work in the future...maybe the "Funions" one, or perhaps the "Novelty trucker condom vending machine restocking" one...all of those were pure genius.