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

4 Responses to “It’s Over”

  1. November 3rd, 2008 | 9:29 am

    I saw it coming for a long time. ::Sniff::

    Max.

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  2. November 3rd, 2008 | 10:55 pm

    Is there nothing I can do additional?

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  3. Kelly
    November 4th, 2008 | 6:26 am

    Max, Max, Max…

    You knew this was burbling. We can still be wrenches.

  4. November 4th, 2008 | 8:01 pm

    Thank horn! If that beamer don’t wax my shebeen, I don’t know squash McCain.

    Glory!

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