- Aug 15, 2004
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At night as I lie alone save for my nudity, bong, and DVDs of semi-watchable esoteric cinema, the thought of you fills my heart with warmth. What I feel for you recalls the emotions displayed by Jean Nacques Godeau in the director's cut of the 1912 pornographic short "Les Hommes Frites." It is more valid than anything I knew whilst crusing for chicks/performing my civic duty a few weeks ago. Please liberate my stool from the fascist regime of Josh then buy me a soy latte with no cream and extra froth.
Sincerely,
A.
Sincerely,
A.