Such a Tease
To Whom it May Concern,
First of all, I don't wanna hear your complaining about your name anymore... My name is Blake. It is just about as rednecky as you can get. Just try saying this:
"Blake, come on inside the trailer, the wind is pickin' up! And don't forget to put Bessie and the other heffers in the barn before you come up from the field!"
Horrific. Know anyone famous named Blake? I don't think so. As for Margot, I mean, come on... It's French, it's got a T that is completely unnecessary, and it's just plain sexy. Try saying this:
"Margot, you are more beautiful than dewdrops on a freshly cut rose. My dear, Margot, please say you'll be mine tonight."
Yeah. You win.
Anyway, the way you started out that last letter, I would have thought you were going to give me reasons to go get drunk tonight instead of study for my exams. Looks like I was completely wrong. Instead, I shall spend another hum drum night sitting in my religous salad bowl of an apartment (salad bowl, not melting pot--we haven't merged into a soup, we are merely just lettuce, tomatoes, carrots, and cucumbers) reading about the United States foreign policy with Canada. I would much rather be reading Shakespeare, so I'm kinda jealous.
As for that hottie I was dating a month ago, she is severely caught up in her sorority. I mean, I'm happy for her, but there's only so much Greek I can take. It all came to a screeching halt when our 2 month anniversary came on the night of their mixer with Lambda Chi Asshole... whatever the hell it is. Anyway, instead of letting me take her out and have a nice evening together, she goes and runs of with her bitches to the damn mixer. I'm sorry, but that just wasn't cool. So, we ended up breaking up the night of our 2 month anniversary. She still calls sometimes... why I don't know.
Well, now that I am completely depressed thinking about that ho again, I will delve into some fabulous Canadian politics (note sarcasm)! Talk to you soon, MARGOT.
Blake aka "That Redneck Guy in Chicago"
First of all, I don't wanna hear your complaining about your name anymore... My name is Blake. It is just about as rednecky as you can get. Just try saying this:
"Blake, come on inside the trailer, the wind is pickin' up! And don't forget to put Bessie and the other heffers in the barn before you come up from the field!"
Horrific. Know anyone famous named Blake? I don't think so. As for Margot, I mean, come on... It's French, it's got a T that is completely unnecessary, and it's just plain sexy. Try saying this:
"Margot, you are more beautiful than dewdrops on a freshly cut rose. My dear, Margot, please say you'll be mine tonight."
Yeah. You win.
Anyway, the way you started out that last letter, I would have thought you were going to give me reasons to go get drunk tonight instead of study for my exams. Looks like I was completely wrong. Instead, I shall spend another hum drum night sitting in my religous salad bowl of an apartment (salad bowl, not melting pot--we haven't merged into a soup, we are merely just lettuce, tomatoes, carrots, and cucumbers) reading about the United States foreign policy with Canada. I would much rather be reading Shakespeare, so I'm kinda jealous.
As for that hottie I was dating a month ago, she is severely caught up in her sorority. I mean, I'm happy for her, but there's only so much Greek I can take. It all came to a screeching halt when our 2 month anniversary came on the night of their mixer with Lambda Chi Asshole... whatever the hell it is. Anyway, instead of letting me take her out and have a nice evening together, she goes and runs of with her bitches to the damn mixer. I'm sorry, but that just wasn't cool. So, we ended up breaking up the night of our 2 month anniversary. She still calls sometimes... why I don't know.
Well, now that I am completely depressed thinking about that ho again, I will delve into some fabulous Canadian politics (note sarcasm)! Talk to you soon, MARGOT.
Blake aka "That Redneck Guy in Chicago"
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