December 02, 2005

A Letter


Hey, man, how goes it? Not too bad here. Just getting ready to lose money that I don't have on crappy Christmas presents. I'm seriously thinking about converting to a religion that doesn't believe in any type of celebrations during the month of December. One that won't require me to do any type of missionary work, such as door to door witnessing.

How's Jennifer doing? Nah, I'm not still mad at you for walking off with her. That was her choice, so I'm okay with it. You've gotta be flattered... your sense of humor winning out over my incredible good looks. Well done, my friend.

Listen, Jennifer is the reason I'm dropping you a line. I see that you got pulled over in Phoenix, and were given a sobriety test. Normally, that's not a big deal. Happens all the time to folks. BUT, SHE WAS RIDING IN THAT VEHICLE! You were driving a national treasure around, and you're impaired... not smart, bro. Not smart at all. Sure, you were let go, but dude... that's eye dotting material. Don't be a frickin' idiot.

Well, I suppose I'll close this for now. I imagine you've heard an earful from everyone else, and deservedly so... just don't make me come out there and dot your eye.

Take care, and I'll catch ya at the big Christmas bash next week.

That 1 Guy

Posted by That 1 Guy at December 2, 2005 09:55 AM

Wow, that's awesome. It's good to see you can take the high road on such a sensitive issue. Hope Miss Aniston knows what she's missing...

Posted by: Princess Cat at December 2, 2005 03:45 PM

Dude... do you want pictures of her nekked? I've got some from when she was at my appartment when I was in college.

Posted by: Contagion at December 2, 2005 04:48 PM


Posted by: That 1 Guy at December 2, 2005 06:56 PM