The Lexicon Border
From : LOBO (-----------@hotmail.com)
Sent : Saturday, July 20, 2006 9:53 PM
To : Ethan (-----------@hotmail.com)
CC : The Spanish Fly Industrial Complex
Subject : Naked Disfigured Twister® Midgets!!!
How'z the "trip to Germany" going? I know you an Dayle are supposed to be "on vacation", so I won't tell anyone that you're a super-secret double agent with a big bush on your helmet, climbing through razorwire in the eastern Mesopotamian DMZ with sensitive microfilm at three o'clock this time. In fact, I just tell everybody you took Dayle to Disneyland ... although that makes the razorwire sound a lot more fun.
Phoebe was really jazzed over that fantastic fruit basket you sent. I was jealous at first, but then I found out that they don't make pork chop baskets. Now I'm copyrighting the idea; big lean cuts decorated with chicken wings and long strips of crispy bacon, complimented with a big bottle of vintage A1 sauce, a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition and heart medication. And then when I'm filthy rich from it, I'll buy Germany and have it airlifted here so you don't have to fly as far.
(If Europe bitches about the big hole, I'll replace it with New Jersey.)
Anyways, all is quiet. Mr Insanity is "auditioning" new roomies, 'an the last one was --oddly enough-- German. Cute too! And complete with the six-foot two blonde and blue-eyed Aryan boyfriend. She seemed a little preoccupied with how small the oven is, but overall it went pretty well; we're already boning up on our Riverdancing techniques.
Everyone says "Hi!", and we miss ya!
LOBO
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