dear loaf,
i miss you. when will you ever come home (via a short stopover in sydney)? did i ever tell you you're trouble? you're trouble. and i love you!
Max is dead, I'm sure of it. He must have been
picked up by hippie white separatist serial killers
while hitchhiking drunk on some dark, abandoned
Montana backroad. This is absolutely the only
reasonable explanation for why he hasn't called
me in so long.
Now that I'm all grown-up, I notice that virtually all
of my close friends are female. For awhile I really
puzzled about this, because it used to seem like I
knew some cool boys.... finally, though, I figured it
out! I used to hang out with Max Koch like ALL of
the time. I don't think this problem reflects badly on
the boys of the world, so much as it does well on
Max, who at the precocious age of fifteen
set the bar so high that I'd never again be
impressed by another of his sex. Thanks for
fucking up my chances for friendship with half the
world's population, Max. Now, do you still want to
marry me?
One time some dude wearing leather pants
and a pony tail tried to kick me and Max out
for starting the pit. Max, when I come to
Montana, I will be bringing that guys scalp
ponytail and all. And we will light it on fire
and start a circle pit around it.
i miss you. when will you ever come home (via a short stopover in sydney)? did i ever tell you you're trouble? you're trouble. and i love you!
picked up by hippie white separatist serial killers
while hitchhiking drunk on some dark, abandoned
Montana backroad. This is absolutely the only
reasonable explanation for why he hasn't called
me in so long.
and love him terribly. I know I just
spelled that wrong, and friendster won't
let me curse.
of my close friends are female. For awhile I really
puzzled about this, because it used to seem like I
knew some cool boys.... finally, though, I figured it
out! I used to hang out with Max Koch like ALL of
the time. I don't think this problem reflects badly on
the boys of the world, so much as it does well on
Max, who at the precocious age of fifteen
set the bar so high that I'd never again be
impressed by another of his sex. Thanks for
fucking up my chances for friendship with half the
world's population, Max. Now, do you still want to
marry me?
believe, max is straight. It's too bad 'cuz I
hear montana's full of fags.
Jesus.
whiskey in his pickup truck and wears designer
underwear is worth his weight in candy.
and a pony tail tried to kick me and Max out
for starting the pit. Max, when I come to
Montana, I will be bringing that guys scalp
ponytail and all. And we will light it on fire
and start a circle pit around it.