Mom said she didn't love me any more, until I told her I'd be cutting off her allowance.
Have I ever told you that I love you? I'm really hungry right now, so how about we do it after lunch?
Love is like an avocado in some respects. If you know what those are, please write — I'm always home.
Well, I got through Xmas again with my wrapping intact. Year by year, no one wants me, I never get discovered, I never find love, never get a chance to spread disease or eat any children, so what is there left to live for? Next Xmas — that's what. I've got to get lucky one of these years. Maybe I could get my teeth fixed. A little sharpening never hurt. Not that much.
I just wanted to tell you that I love you but we haven't been introduced yet. Besides, I'm pretty well occupied right at the moment, working on my runny nose problem.
When Mom said she loved me, she was actually thinking about pie.
Have anything worth adding? Then try sosayseff+snorp@gmail.com
Me? Bumping. That's all I do.
Etc...
so says eff: sporadic spurts of grade eff distraction
definitions: outdoor terms
fiyh: dave's little guide to ultralight backpacking stoves
boyb: dave's little guide to backpacks
snorpy bits: nibbling away at your sanity
last seen receding: missives from a certain mobile homer
noseyjoe: purposefully poking my proboscis into technicals
