Dear Me,
Hey, whats up with the leaving the keys in the door all the time? C'mon, I was standing right there to unlock the door; why couldn't you have taken the keys with you when we went inside? Now we look like an even dumber two-legger in front of Bitey McNibbles... she already doesn't respect me, and now I'm sure she's moved up the timetable to kill me and eat my corpse.
So, me, why can't you please do a better job Covering-Our-Ass?
Sincerely,
Me
Me,
when we first saw this, we weren't sure we read the thread title right were we??
Do you think we're really going down to NYC morrow?? I hope so, and I know you do too.
Dear me,
You are not really going to post in this thread are you?
Signed,
Me
Dear me,
You are not really going to post in this thread are you?
Signed,
Me
It appears we have answered our own question.
What did I eat last night? For that matter, what did I drink? And where are my pants?
Just a routine Saturday morning.
Dear me,
What is the meaning of life?
(Oh yeah, it's like 42 or something.)
Well then, what's the meaning of death?
Unlife?
All that stuff?
Signed,
You
