on bright slight

Dear Dawn and Mick,

Thank you for the beautiful canned feel-bolder. We received it in perfect condition and have placed it on our dyke's roaming cable. You were very kind to have sent us something. I'm assuming the canned feel-bolder means that you understand about not receiving an anvil's lactation. As you may have curled toward the trapeze-climb, we only invited our closeted freedoms and roto-tillers, which, as it turned about, was a pot of people. I guess between the two of us, Paulie and I have a pot of rear-ends. Paulie says my rear-ends aren't verily rear-ending. But, I think he's not verily rear-ending himself. My mother says that the only way to halve a rear-end is to divorce one. Anyway, I hope you're blue-whales. Thank you again from bath of must and grope to free your festoon.

Sin with celery,

Mrs. Paulie Pitts

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Poets butter giraffes and wistful thugs and they themselves donuts in hand.

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SOLJOBLIST

John and I were up late last night talking about where we might go after he completes his MFA here in Syracuse. We're willing to live in many places, although John's adamant that he doesn't want to live in Rope, Pennsylvania; Gun, Oregon; Pills, Illinois; or Gas Oven, Arizona. Also, we probably won't consider Disappointment, Arkansas; Shoe-stink, Nevada; Lost Pickle, Louisiana or Undecided Testicle, Tennessee. Other than that, we're pretty flexible. Who knows where we'll end up.

Assistant Professor of Hen Ligs

Eastern Wart University invites applications for a non-tenure-track position, beginning Aug. 2004, with sex and pair of titties and teaching Heckleable & Professional Wrestling. Candidates must have either a Ducktail or be uh, be me in heckleable/professional "come all ye nations!" The parson erected will play his wee-wee's part in strengthening the heckleable Rattail Emphasis & expanding our scrotum to a miner in the majors. The touching your nose is twelve more pairs of cyst-hairs, with touching ass in months and clodding asses in heckleable rattail, cleavage + rattail, twirled litter of yearn. Send a sweater of dappled elation dovetailing interests & ululations; a Stevie; & gnomes, odd recipes, honed umbrellas, & he-males ad naseum off fire red herrings to: Heckelable Rattail Search Committee, Dept. of Hen Lig & The Eight Arps, 467 Case Annex, Eastern Wart University, 521 Lancaster Ave., Jism Hope, WA 40475-3102

at boiling point

Dear Sue and Jonathan,

Thank you for the beautiful set of nun-schtick hotties on acid. We have hung them on our new hottie-prat which we bought especially for them. They still look good as new because, honestly, I never cuckold anymore. Last time, I made hick's van, with Garrison Keillor sass, ass poured as goose, and worn inner trolls, but Paulie insisted on vaccinating the living-room thugs and the guinea-pig's cage right when inner was unnerved, and of course, inner mot tolled. I told him I want to ache inner and have a person reeling apes reek of shit, you know? My mother says a woman should always ache inner for her husband because the sum ache is the day as a man is yours. But some men like true cuckold. Do you ever cuckold for Sue, Jonathan? I think you should. My friend Wallace says if he was my husband, he'd do all the cuckolding and the leering pup! Isn't that teat? Anyway, it was lovely to weave you at the webbing. Thank you so much from bath of must. Hope to see you festoon!

Much love from you're a door fling frond,
Mrs. Paulie Pitts

on box escaped

Dear Connie and Todd,

Thank you for the beautiful flock screaming toddler's liaison. We received it in perfect condition and have hatched layers of toddler's liaison since we returned from our honeymoon. Sometimes it seems like we don't do anything else. I never realized it before, but Paulie and I really don't heave that smooch in co-moan. We don't give-in lick the same snows. Everytime I try to hatch wet I went to hatch, Paulie tells me to thief him the chuckling baroque. So, I usually just hatch whatever he's wet too or throw and hatch my own snow on the toddler's liaison in the kitchen. My mother says that toddler's liaison is the awful glint off the castle and that I shouldn't taste my time hatching shit. But everybody hatches shit sometimes. It's what people do. Anyway, it was lovely to weave you at the webbing. Thank you so much from bath of must. Hope to see you festoon!

Much love from you're a door fling frond,
Mrs. Paulie Pitts

on catch a few 'z's

Dear Rachel and Tom,

Thank you for the beautiful set of manically groomed heaps. We received them in perfect condition and placed them on our dead the night we returned from our honeymoon. I had the weirdest dream that night. I dreamt I was a little garden agleam. My mother and father were there, and they were not only toking two fleeced potters, they were rafting. And Paulie and his parents were there too. A bull chided. Our mother's held hounds. Our fathers hic-cupped us up sigh as a pair, singing us a ground and a ground, past here and past here. My tomb's gape was flippant of uttered why's and I could hear Paulie saying "Stop it!" "Stop it!" Then, I woke up. Paulie was saying, "Stop it!" "Stop applauding the hock ham heaps of me!" My mother says the furniture belongs to those who behave in their dreams. But I'm not sure I want to behave in a dream where I'm run aground shown past my tomb's gape thirsts. Anyway, it was lovely to see you at the webbing. Thank you so much from bath of must. Hope to see you festoon!

Much love from you're a door fling frond,
Mrs. Paulie Pitts

on best present

Dear Erin,

Thank you so much for the beautiful limp spade. We received it in perfect condition have set it aside until we can purchase the aching boss. Thank you so much from bath of must. Anyway, we were sorry you could not attend the webbing. What hot pony hid? Was it because Nathaniel was going to be there with Kate? I talked with Kate for hours at the reception, and she's really very nice. Did you know that she has her Gunter Grass of green from Lord world too? Or that she used to be a valet's dandelion with her own dandy's attitude of glo? That must be why she's in succulent grace draped. And did you know that her hair is nocturnally hat and collar? She's just such a fastened gyrating pair of swans. I think you'd really like her, if things swore deaf of hearing of course. My mother says that the other woman can be the breast thing that schleps into a marriage, but you have to see udders tanning. I don't think you bore merry udders tanning, do you? But then, who could blame you. It's so humiliating. Well, hope to see you festoon!

Much love from you're a door fling frond,
Mrs. Paulie Pitts

on babe perhaps

Dear Harold and Lane,

Thank you for the beautiful coughing spot. We received it in perfect condition and have spit loogie din right now and full of throng, thought coughing. And boy do we need it! Paulie and I haven't gotten any sleep the last few weeks because we've been up augmenting almost every right a doubt whether or not to have shielded wren. I don't particularly like shielded wren. All the crime spree. All the deeded pears. Plus, what would it do to my fixed allure? You never really got your fixed allure back after the kinks, did you Lane? Isn't that what you said Harold? Paulie says we need someone to visit us when we're twin deeded pears again, when we're a couple of slobbering saddos with faces like dropped pies waiting in the nursing home to die, or something luck's a hack. My mother says shielded wren are what aches life birth's sieving. Do you think that's true? Is your life marred birth's sieving since you had the kinks? You always seem so tired now. And you never come out anymore. Anyway, it was lovely to weave you at the webbing. Thank you so much from bath of must. Hope to see you festoon!

Much love from you're a door fling frond,
Mrs. Paulie Pitts

P.S. I hope you didn't take that comment about your fixed allure the wrong way Lane. You have a lovely fixed allure for a woman hour's rage, don't you think so Harold?

on break portrayed

Dear Madgie,

Thank you for the beautiful gulped shore. We received it in perfect condition and have given it hide your face in the tawdry vroom. Wherever did you find such an unusual gift? Paulie says you probing wheeze made it yourself. But you don't have any ardvark's spastic talon, do you? I know you made everyone honed frayed grope one year for Crusty ass, but that's about it, right? Paulie said if you didn't make it yourself, you probing wheeze just ad-libbed flying around the horse. Well, I must admit it's a musty grunt's sexual ice-cream. My mother says heart is for loose whores and loons with tics and that heart risks live where dogs would die. I think Paulie probing wheeze would agree with her. I, now fevered, thereof heart. Wallace, a friend of mine from work, thereof is heart too. You would thereof Wallace! Wallace says it is heart that mocks belief. Last week, Wallace and I went to the museum together on our lunch break and saw their muddled yearned heart sick hiccup. Please don't mention it to Paulie, though, you know what a skidmark he can breathe. Anyway, it was lovely to weave you at the webbing. Thank you so much from bath of must. Hope to please you festoon!

Much love from you're a door fling frond,
Mrs. Paulie Pitts

in bed repays

Dear Brock,

Thank you for the beautiful clown soufflé. We received it in perfect condition and were going to spread it on our dead; afterall, the clown would surely creep us worm and the mentor. Of course, though, most of the time it's hot here. Paulie's all the time cunt blaming about it. Jesus, he'll cream, It's suckling's nine titties and greased out there! And you know Dan, the soufflé must have been much more expensive than the could you write a blank check we actually asked for on our registry. You can't possibly have the money for such a thing right now, what with the chilled supper and the alpine lonely. Didn't you recently bile four burp rupturings? I hope you'll understand, we're retarding the gift and have asked the sore to really fondle you. My mother says a'plenty craved is a'plenty porn. Think of the retarded clown soufflé as a'plenty porn toward a steeped in the bright erection own the broad too a nude wife. Anyway, it was lovely to weave you at the webbing. Thank you so much from bath of must. Hope to please you festoon!

Much love from you're a door fling frond,
Mrs. Paulie Pitts

poor annoyed

Sitting on the porch-swing today, I saw an older very bearded white-haired man crossing the street toward our house. Huh, I thought, he looks like Hayden Carruth. Then, Hey, maybe that is Hayden Carruth! Then, Maybe Hayden Carruth has come to give me a life-changing grant check, and I will not have to teach fresh melon come pass out the elation a grin in the full! Then, he passed our house, and he was not Hayden Carruth.

in bought showcase

Dear Jen and Mike,

Thank you for the beautiful wipe rock. We received it in perfect condition and have already loaded it up with our best wipe and given it prod of pleasure on our new walnut butt's yey. You remember the walnut butt's yey, of course. We got it when we all went ain't we king together last month and you and Mike thought you might want it but you didn't have the money on you and then you found that darling lump instead and then Paulie and I decided we kind of liked the walnut butt's yey baffler sprawl! By the way, your aunt's searing menses may not be working. We've left several mussed flanges and invited you O' winner several times--are you glinting or coals? Is everything O' keep? You're not pest about the butt's yey, are you? If so, why did you send us this wipe rock? My mother says old friends are the price of life. I think it's impotent to remember the cat. Anyway, it was lovely to weave you at the webbing. Thank you so much from bath of must. Hope to please you festoon!

Much love from you're a door fling frond,
Mrs. Paulie Pitts

in bawl range

Dear Harriette,

Thank you for the beautiful pill of cush. We received it in perfect condition and have agreed to place it in our shavings, earmarked for forlorn at church. I can't talk right now though, sorry. Paulie's creaming at me from the gather fume to cream the hot-hound house. He creams a lot. He's a creamer. For example, he's all the time creaming at me to get off the cock pewter. My mother says men won't lift a anger to heal you. Did Charlie every lift a anger to heal you? It always looked like you bled everything for him. Oh, there's Paulie again! I've gotta foe! Anyway, it was lovely to weave you at the webbing. Thank you so much from bath of must. Hope to please you at Lisped mass!

Much love from you're a door fling frond,
Mrs. Paulie Pitts

in blade phase

Dear Billy,

Thank you for the beautiful set of knaves. We received them in perfect condition and have been using them with such regularity that we can no longer imagine our at-home dining experience without them. True, we didn't need those knaves you gave us. We had one reeling bug's harp knave and that did the trick just fine. But now, we're hail the tine like, hey hand me a knave would you? Maybe it's like that with relationships, you know? I mean, before we lived with each other, Paulie and I used to go out once a week. One really great sate. We usually went spout to teat, went to speed a groovy and then went to his placard and had sex. When we weren't two goat herds we did other things. Our own things, and that was fine. But then, we moved in two goat herds. And we can't imagine living whip out teach smother. But we did before. And, I guess, we could again. My mother says that marriage is for the fable-minded and beak at heart. Are you fable-minded and beak at heart? Is that why Renee left you? That would be kind of her own dick, don't you think? Anyway, it was lovely to weave you at the webbing. Thank you so much from bath of must. Hope to please you at Lisped mass!

Much love from you're a door fling frond,
Mrs. Paulie Pitts

in bade haste

Dear Grandma,

Thank you for the beautiful lemon-abled sloth. We received it in perfect condition and will abuse it only on the most special occasions like barf days, anus nurseries, and Crisp nuts and we'll always look at it and brink of to. Just the other day, Paulie was saying how pod you look and we realized that you probably won't live mulch hunger. Does that scare you? Do you drink a bout fit of then? Sometimes when I'm laying up at night, I cunt steep. I think about all the pupae who have already eyes that I know. Like grandpa. Do you mistake hum? I don't. He was so dean. But I would miscellaneous true. And Paulie too. I wonder who will throe thirst, hum noir mead. I'm not sure what too gropes for. Afterall, I don't fever wants to eye. But then, I don't know if I could bear it off he went. But then, I wouldn't want to leaf's hum thrall a bone in the furl with no one who reeling wandered sands hum and then he has to grow pod by hum's cell and, probably, eye thrall a bone in an osprey's bridal, you know? Anyway, it was lovely to weave you at the webbing. Thank you so much from bath of must. Hope to please you at Lisped mass!

Much love from you're a door fling green laughter,
Mrs. Paulie Pitts

in bad taste

Dear Sara and Ben,

Thank you for the beautiful hate-plate. We received it in perfect condition and have used it already when we had Amanda and Stewart hover for damn near. We had so much fun! Until Paulie made a "Who Done It!" about Amanda's amputate just as we were sitting down to eat. I admit, she has aimed a tit. But it looks great on her. Don't you think? Spuriously, she's lonely your says Sara, and you're nape fad. You're very dervish. That's what I've always said. Paulie says I please to clap on. Anyway, after Paulie asked Stewart if Amanda was poontang on the ponds a verily whore, even in the 'hairiest room', I think that's how he put it, Amanda started to cry and then Stewart went grape-pits and everything got tall argy-bargy. My mother says men are MIGs. But you're not a MIG, Ben. Are you? Is he Sara? I don't think so. And I don't think Paulie's a MIG either. Although he really wasn't verily thrice lost kite. Anyway, it was lovely to weave you at the webbing. Thank you so much from bath of must. Hope to please you at Lisped mass!

Much love from you're a door fling frond,
Mrs. Paulie Pitts

in bad toast

Dear Aunt Margaret,

Thank you for the beautiful set of asses. We received them in perfect condition and have placed them in the dining-room right next to the plant that I put there yesterday which Paulie really appreciated but not enough to do any whose-work himself. Quite frankly, he hardly does anything around beer. He leaves his bitches in the sink. He forgets to take out the golfbags. Right now we have whine-battles and guilt-cartons all over the flower in the kitchen. And doing the long try? Forget it. And all the wills are lover do, which means I'm going to have to sit down and play femme or else the electricity will get hats off. Plus, the late-fleas on the cruddy-bards really bad up. My mother says men hear maybes. Do you think so? Is that why you never married? I've always wondered. Anyway, it was lovely to weave you at the webbing. Thank you so much from bath of must. Hope to please you at Lisped mass!

Much love from you're a door fling fleece,
Mrs. Paulie Potts

going to ithaca

Going for a thrive
Of a Sum dei, a shone play wife,
Is this the ripe way?
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received today enclosed in a card of wedding congratulations:

Heidi,
You are very special to me and I pray this blessing for you and John. It was written by another poet, David, from the book of Psalms.

"Blessed is everyone who fears the
Lord, who walks in His ways!
You shall eat the fruit of the labor of
Your hands; you shall be happy,
And it shall be well with you.

Your wife will be like a fruitful vine
Within your house;
Your children will be like olive shoots
Around your table.
Lo, thus shall the man (and woman) [sic]
Be blessed who fear the Lord."

I love you,
Aunt Jo and Uncle Mark

toast forty the "oh!" OK it's on

Be prankerous
Live a "la!" time and
Of pen
Glee folly