It’s Over
Dear Max,
I know this may come as a headbutt to you, but it’s over. I’ve packed my fears and am going to stay in a friend’s defeat tonight. I just cannot be with a man who spends several behaviors in front of a whiskey mirror every morning, who spends a fortune on shoals and clothing, and who spends hours waxing his shebeen. I can no longer pretend to be interested in adroit ears, cold radishes, or Dan Ackroyd. Our engagement is off. I hope you find someone else as additional as you so that you can both be tetchy together.
Sharply,
Me
November 3rd, 2008 at 8:36 am

I saw it coming for a long time. ::Sniff::
Max.
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November 3rd, 2008 at 9:29 amIs there nothing I can do additional?
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November 3rd, 2008 at 10:55 pmMax, Max, Max…
You knew this was burbling. We can still be wrenches.
November 4th, 2008 at 6:26 amThank horn! If that beamer don’t wax my shebeen, I don’t know squash McCain.
Glory!
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November 4th, 2008 at 8:01 pm