Letter To:
Shawn McMaster
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Dear Shawn,
Thank you again for a magnificent evening at the Magic Castle. The conversation was sparkling, the entertainment dazzling, and that chick with the tattoo was a friggin' whore, I don't care what you say.
Tell ComedyBoy he's lucky I didn't give 'im a rap across the teeth, that jabber jaw, rattlin' on about this an' that, tellin' me about some goddamn fish he caught in the Bahamas and the "smokin' hot gaffer guy" who gave him a fat and honest "fisherman's welcome" in the shallow end of the wishing well during "Parent's Weekend" and that's the reason he can't get an international driver's license, or some such blather, and then a dark, breathy story about a handjob in the prayer room at the JFK airport or he couldn't find his gloves in his carryon bag or something or other, I don't know, that guy's always spoutin' off about one thing or another and drinkin' that ridiculous purple drink he drinks and, look, you keep that character away from me 'cause he's itchin' fer a fight and I'm fuckin' well ready t'deliver 'im one.
Thanks again for an excellent evening. I can't believe I made it all the way to my car before realizing my pants were waving on the flag pole.
To you, Sir PoofNgone, a tip o' the hat,
Breezy J
Copyright 2007 John Bizarre
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