Monday, September 14, 2009

Love Letter to Jarf

even YOUR foolish games have put an entire species on the brink of extinction. it pleases me veddy veddy much to read that you are no longer a burning fire-pit of hot, tarry RAGE, and I am sorry to assume that just because you are not responding to my messages for many many days in even the slightest way/shape/form that you are angry with the all powerful allah's creation that is presently me. i could think of no worse punishment in the world then to abandon a j-rab for multi-purpose adhesive spray and all other flamable office kindling without knowing why. But now that I know why, who, how, where, when, and what you coordinates are, brought to me in part by Google Lattitude, TM 2009, and I have access to your phone, text, email, messenger, bank account, etc, I do not believe we should ever miss eachother again, not even for one single moment. Please be advised that I'll be WATCHING YOU!

But for real, anyways, you should SEE the TEXT MESSAGES that XXXXX sent me last night. EVEN THEY were rude enough to make me literally TURN OFF MY PHONE. And today I have texted him in response saying- you are a VERY LOST LITTLE LAMB, and I AM GOING TO EAT YOU!! WHAT a EGG Sucka. Hey, I just thought of a new, swell sounding word- suacka. It is actually a dish consisting of human blood and bone, originating in Kewaskum, WI by the Trailer People. Served mostly at meal times, and special ocassions, it is followed by a traditional dance that they like to call GIT RID THUH EVIDENCE!

K. I miss you, and I LOVE YOU, as well as the rest of the fools of saudi j-arabia.