Sunday, May 22, 2005

A letter to a friend:

Hey there, how's it going? What are you up to? Thats cool, thats cool. Hey, do you have a duck I could borrow? I know that sounds a little strange but I'm all out of chickens and we have the meeting tonight and it's my turn to bring. This'll be embarrassing if I don't get my hands on some poultry. I asked brother Deacon if I could bring a cat, as I have no particular affinity for Mr. Mingles, but he said "it would not appease the proper" somethingorother so it looks like I'm SOL. Anyways, let me know if you know of any small game I could borrow and not bring back kindathing.
Oh yeah, Carol said to ask if Lee Ann still had her cassorele dish from the jamboree last Friday. She's making some meat loaf for her dad and couldn't find the dish. Anyways, I better go, I think I hear Mr. Mingles in the bedroom. Damm cat shits like a chicken all over the house, I have half a mind to bring him and KFC strips and see what Chantmaster says. Anyways, see you at the plant on Monday,
Cliff

1 Comments:

Blogger Thomas Paine said...

That's hilarious whether it's true or not.

2:47 PM  

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