Wednesday, July 14, 2004

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?


3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I would think you'd hope to see them spitoon, or, in fact, spat on. but I am not a nice person.

kirsten

8:53 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

or maybe I am a mice dispersement, who can add Judy cake themselves? Not meanies.

--k.

8:57 AM  
Blogger Heidi Lynn Staples (formerly Heidi Peppermint) said...

High laugh your sugar gestations! Pranks! And hive meant your breathed flower, you're a soiree aflight purse of sun!

9:47 AM  

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