My Dearest Perfect Baby, My Snookums---ok, I'll abbreviate to Snooks:
Did absence make your heart (or anything else) grow . . . . fondlinger?
I've been wild with distractedness because of not being able to communicate
with you, Mouldy P!
Ah, now, then, well, I have adjusted, how did you know, my hot lightbulbs!
They were a bit singeing of my equally hot t-shirt that portrays VB
defending himself and his catherd against Catherders Gone Wild. And this is
all shown on my t-shirt in prehistoric technicolor and VistaVision plus my
son lives near Paramount Studios and has had it flocked (the t-shirt, not
the Studios which could actually use, like you and me, a bit of fierce
flocking).
These Catherders Gone Wild have mistook their mission and brainwashed the
catherd to form a queue at WalMart in Sedona Arizona. Vileboris---as shown
on my t-shirt, front and back---stands as leader of the mis-directed catherd
at queue. He exhorts the catherd to Realize Their Individual Missions in
Life and to put behind them or in front of them, as the case may be, no
other cats. Each of the catherd listens very carefully to VB's exhortings.
All this, Snooks, on a skimpy nearly see-thru t-shirt! Amazing the wonders
of artful t-shirt design---well, in places, actually more skin design---if
you must know, and I know you must.
Dearest Darling, my cups runneth over with your endearing concern for my
cups runneth-ing over. I have decided, however, to turn from wet t-shirt
contests and female mud-wrestling to online stock speculating which
basically pays one helluva lot more than those tips that the men tucked into
my pockets. On a hunch from Chen, I pitched several thousand on Baidu,
and man am I cleaning up!!! Now this of course was in renmin, not in
dollars, you understand. I figure that when you and I get together we can
now afford to run away together, and let's do invite your partner. I am a
free spirit, after all, a child of the 60's. We could even do a Group Home
which never works at all because nobody ever works at all in a Group Home,
hence they must be supported by the state which is not as friendly these
days to self-incapacitating adults like us. But, Sweet Awesome Baby, we at
least have our pension checks.
I know I am rambling now bcuz I am a rambler and also because I got lost on
the way home from the pool hall tonite a little before 9 p.m. when it is
quite dark in the 'hood. My lightbulbs notwithstanding (and believe me,
they cannot be withstood, Mouldy P), and Fierce Frog, the Last Frog of Doom
cigarette lighter, lent little illumination---in fact FFLFOD actually set my
t-shirt on fire. Luckily, several passersby seemed quite happy putting out
the fire quickly and consummately.
I meant to tell you, Beautiful Mouldy, that our petcies have managed to show
themselves a marvelous self-regulating group in these past few hours. I'm
proud of them!
Good nite, Sweet P
Enamel-ous OmniPotentata
----- Original Message -----
From: "Patrick McManus" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Friday, August 05, 2005 12:44 PM
Subject: Re: Help, Snookums!
> Madam Appel not sure about snookums too near no-cumm if you take my
> meaning
> glad you enjoying your chinese circus is it to do with polish dancing??
> Re prehistoric bones carved they are mine own get into a fracas with
> another
> tribe in an ice age and they left me carved -certainly never been into
> masochism
> Are the light bulbs a bit hot when on?
> Also glad your nest is ok
> United stains is that a land to the west run by a wild bushman?
> Happy weekends malovitchly P
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