voltaire

Hey sweet tits...I know you were kidding...I know you woulden't hurt my 'feelers', cause then I would run into walls and all the other cockroaches would laff at me. Your Dad and I made up. I tried to cook him some pasta, but I screwed it all up seeing as Im not as amazing a cook as you are...Actually the word "retarted" comes to mind when I think of my culinary skills. Anyway your pa appreciated the gesture and said it was o.k. if we got married. You can tell your mom thanks for the compliment. Shes a nice lady, but your hair is a bit bluer than hers. I hope its o.k. that were getting married in Scotland. I know of an abby that is abandoned and on its own little island. Only the best for you my sweet. Of course before any of this can take place, I've got to get rid of some people who might oppose our wedding, like your 1500 admiriers...and my illigitmate children. Then and only then can we fumble uncertinaly in the marraige bed. I' ll totally wear my kilt. and I don't mind if you wear your heels. I think women who are taller than me are sexy. Usually because they can kill me but thats another story....

YourboyMac