To save time and energy for my withered body I have pasted for you the return home letter to my couch monkey (which is longer than my usual entries and I apologize):
I am officially home from fucking Canada
(copy of your last e mail)/ You are in a meeting now discussing the political future of cheese....I go take a fucking bath now...WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH...drive back was fun as there was no radioactive sun penetrating my epidermus and detracting years from my life by promising melonoma of my protruding left arm skin (right arm was safely on the wheel in the shadows). I Have decided that you are so hard to get a gift for...and I care so much that you think it is cool and hip and "timeless" as you say......that I got you nothing......and you will psychologically beat me......and I'll take it. Yes...let's go out tonight.......there are some shows too
But everyone will be at Blur show...weeeeeeeh. I have lots and lots to do..the air is SO french at autnie's (HAH, I meant to say fresh.......I can see out window and there is man eye balling my car now...wonder if he will steal it....did I pay my insurance...If so.....PLEASE steal it PLEASE steal it PLEASE steal it......DAMN just walking his dog)? ---Your girl..the one for you BOO YAH
I am officially home from fucking Canada
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i don't think
unless you mean like bars that book shows...
hmm
see you soon, eh?