By the time you read this, I'll be sent to the cornfield.I'm sorry for leaving you this way, but I know what you're thinking: "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself a question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?
I know this might seem like a kick in the nutsto you, seeing as we made all those plans to enter the Guinness Book of World Records by the becoming the first couple ever to watch "The Cure for Insomnia" without falling asleep, but I just don't see things working out that way.
I'm sorry about this — at least so long as I remain intoxicated.I just need more sex, and for longer than the 3 minutes and 2 inches you're able to provide... or was it the other way around? Anyway...
I want to tell you that I think you are evil and manipulative, but I don't think we're right for each other.First of all, we're not really compatible. You are so fat that Jupiter orbits around you sometimes,and I am allergic to air.You like stamp collecting,dressing up as yourself during Halloween, andplaying King Kong with dollhouses in toystores (and going to jail for it),and I'm just not sure I can ever share your joy in those things.How can two people so different ever make it for the long haul? I think we should date each other sometime in the next millennia.But I want you to know that I'll think of you whenever someone mentions the words "ugly", "useless" and/or "stupid" in my presence.
I'd really like us to become people that pretend they never dated,if that's okay with you. I think we can do it. We had some good times, at least before we met.