Dear Mary,
I can’t believe I only just noticed that you have 6 toes on
that one foot. I love you for that even more than that thing on your lip.
Love,
Bill
Dear Bill,
I’ve learned to tolerate your dirty clothes all over the
floor, but please keep your underwear out of the sink.
Love,
Mary
Dear Mary,
You know I don’t like satsumas, especially with cottage
cheese.
Love,
Bill
Dear Bill,
You left the milk out on the counter last night, and it’s
sour. You’re such a dickhead sometimes.
Love,
Mary
Dear Mary,
I can’t help it. Your mother’s meatloaf does taste like a
combination of Spam and plaster.
Love,
Bill
Dear Bill,
It’s not that I’m turned off by body hair. It’s just where
yours happens to be.
Love,
Mary
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