Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Dear Luke Danes

I love you. You know I love you.


Her house is a 5 minute walk from your diner. Less by car. I don't care how early your deliveries are, when a girl looks at you that way AND asks you to stay you ARE going to be getting some and it's going to be good. So, you stay for cripes sake!

Hugs and kisses and many other dirty things,

Who is writing this shit? Tipper Gore?

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