Insecure Writers Support Group Edition
I don't know if you remember me, as it has been a while since I last wrote you. And it should be mentioned, as it has nothing to do with the fact that you don't exist or because you never came through on that whole, Super Nintendo thing. I have just been growing up and what not. But, as life has come between our friendship, I write this in an attempt to allow us a chance to reconcile our differences and let bygones be bygones.
See, during this whole "getting all growed up" phase, I have decided that life was easier when I believed in such tomfoolery and would rather live a clueless and naive life, just like the good old days. All of your empty promises, missed chances and cookie thievery are but mere bean's, when compared to bills, responsibilities and knowing that trips to the butt doctor are just around the corner. (No pun intended)
So, fat boy, whattya say?
P.S. I'll just take a check instead of all of that crap you are about to give me.
P.S.S. A 40" Samsung LCD TV would be pretty awesome.
P.S.S.S. Give the Mrs. my "regards." Knowwhatimsayin''