I'm not sure who this is, but thank you for reading! I've been busy building out my new loft for the past few months, but I promise to be posting again by February. As to your question:
I should respond in some fashion, but there are so many people this could be. So I suppose I should write a response for each of the most likely culprits:
E.B.: If your initials are E.B., GO TO SLEEP. Put the beer down, you degenerate drunk! But before you pass out, TAKE THE BURRITO OUT OF THE OVEN AND TURN OFF THE GAS. You're welcome.
J.G: If your initials are J.G., I am forbidden from responding.
L.A.: Awwww. I miss you, you know. Even this side of you. Hope you're doing good.
B.S.: Welcome back, spaz.
A.H.: YOU ARE FUCKING HIGH. AGAIN. TAKE THE FONDUE OFF THE BURNER AND GO TO SLEEP. IMMEDIATELY. I will call you tomorrow, OK?
J.F. I painted your goddamn pirate, you know. It just took me longer than I anticipated. By the time I finished it, you had moved away from the address you gave me/changed your phone number. So sue me. But it's nice to see you're still as cuddly as ever. Love, P
'Pat is the only one of my friends who
is an 18th-century roue. Despite what
people say about Pat's lack of "life-
skills", what he really lacks is "dying-
with-dignity" skills; instead he opts
for the "drink oneself to near-death
and then resolve to turn over a new
leaf with a transparent lack of
commitment" skill set. Pat is
surprisingly intelligent given the
prolific amount of booze and drugs he
has taken over his life. Which is to
say, he is mildly retarded. I have
known Pat for fourteen years, and at
the beginning he would play the
vicious, intolerant bigot to my
verminiferous Gollum. Now, he plays the
vicious, intolerant bigot to my
vicious, intolerant bigot. I'm amazed
we've stayed friends despite our
multiple attempts to derail that
friendship. By the way, Pat will die of
Hodgkin's disease.' --Bobcat, 2004
6 comments:
Hi Pat-- Is this the famed Annabelle of the mail-drawing project? I am so curious. Let me know.
You never finished anything, did you, Fat Italian?
I'm not sure who this is, but thank you for reading! I've been busy building out my new loft for the past few months, but I promise to be posting again by February. As to your question:
I should respond in some fashion, but there are so many people this could be. So I suppose I should write a response for each of the most likely culprits:
E.B.: If your initials are E.B., GO TO SLEEP. Put the beer down, you degenerate drunk! But before you pass out, TAKE THE BURRITO OUT OF THE OVEN AND TURN OFF THE GAS. You're welcome.
J.G: If your initials are J.G., I am forbidden from responding.
L.A.: Awwww. I miss you, you know. Even this side of you. Hope you're doing good.
B.S.: Welcome back, spaz.
A.H.: YOU ARE FUCKING HIGH. AGAIN. TAKE THE FONDUE OFF THE BURNER AND GO TO SLEEP. IMMEDIATELY. I will call you tomorrow, OK?
Nope.
J.F. I painted your goddamn pirate, you know. It just took me longer than I anticipated. By the time I finished it, you had moved away from the address you gave me/changed your phone number. So sue me. But it's nice to see you're still as cuddly as ever. Love, P
P.S. Loft construction has suffered delays. New posts will resume before the end of April. Thanks.
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