Wednesday, August 17, 2005

A letter to the one I love

Dear Tim,

I understand that you want to be tan for your wedding. And I know you have to suck up the gayness of a tanning salon to get there. But, when the girl asks you if you want to do the max amount of time, she’s not challenging you. You have nothing to prove. You’re going to end up with a sunburnt ass. And penis.

Love Always,

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