I usually don’t pass along “these kinds” of emails, but due to its heartfelt sincerity, I felt compelled:
Dear Friends, I am throwing a birthday party for ME, I would like you to buy MEthese. Our friendship depends on it. Be a (wo)man of your word. Regards,
I hope you can find it in your heart and wallet to grant this humble, kind, generous, tolerant boy all of his birthday wishes. God Bless
And lo, it came to pass that it was to be a three-day weekend and there was much rejoicing… along with a few oxen, 3 sister missionaries, a jello-mold and a handcart full of NuSkin, Tahitian Noni & Xango.
HEY YOU! Look into the light, and I will capture your soul in my moving-picture-box. Then, as if by magic, Mary Hart & Billy Bush will share the details of your stomach stapling surgery to the world!
"Did someone say Tuesday Boobday!" "Alex, I'll take things that are fake for $1000." "Sorry I'm late, it took me 6 minutes to zipup my fly."
In response to: "I've been pretty much disappointed with the 4 O'Clocker for a few days now. Think: racey...edgy...midgets... Let's see what you can do. Impress me."
On the farm, we didn’t have Cockadoodledoo Roosters... We had the Silverfox Alarm Clock. It doesn’t scare me as much as when I was a kid... especially now that most of the soft tissue has decomposed.
"Dude, Smokey, your fire prevention skillz are off the chart. You totally deserve the spot. But seriously, if I made an exception, I’d be in a world of pain with Bambi, Sasquatch, and AT LEAST 6 of the 7 dwarfs. You’re just gonna have to find another place to put the Civic."