Trichloroethane: Open Letter

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Open Letter

Dear Jake,

You know I think you're the cat's pajamas. I mean, Bubble Boy? Sheer brilliance.. I laughed, I cried, I learned to love a little more.

I would give my left kidney to be in a Heath and Jake sandwich, if you know what I mean. Also, I lost my virginity after watching Donnie Darko so you know, thanks?

But dear boy, why? And where have your nipples gone?

2 comments:

edluv said...: three words:
nipple make up; 5:49 PM
auritus said...: We don't hold with your fancy city folk nipple make up ways where I'm from.; 9:53 PM

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I remember reading about how in certain parts of Asia and in Macedonia, people use cormorants to catch fish.

The fisherman uses a ring or tie on the bird's neck so it won't be able to swallow the fish it catches.

Every seventh fish the fisherman has to give to the cormorant or else the bird will stop fishing.

And if I remember correctly, after a few years, the cormorant won't fish for the fisherman any more.

The cormorant would rather starve than lose all but the seventh fish.

Except maybe that last part isn't true.