Dear Kelsey, You have a cute smile. You make me smile too. You should hang out with me. ...Even though this is anonymous. Shut up. Someday I will take over the world. But enough about me. This is your questionnaire. You + me = Pi. I mean, friends. If I saw you right now I'd be very surprised, albeit happily so. Unless you came in through the window with a knife. Oh, who am I kidding? I'd probably assume it's all a big joke until that final, fatal moment of recknoning and realization. I would build a katamari just for you. (What? Don't know what a katamari is? Google it. It's insane.) I would get your name tattooed on my non-existant limb because tattoos are evil. If I could sing you any song it would be You Can Call Me Al. We could my, this questionnaire is starting to get cozy under the stars. Will you defenestrate me? (Google that one too. Best. Verb. Ever.) My love for you is like that of a battlefield. I'm sorry, I've got "Love is a Battlefield" stuck in my head right now. Love, Mike D. I mean, wait. Dammit! (P.S. This message will self destruct.:)
You have a cute smile.
You make me smile too.
You should hang out with me. ...Even though this is anonymous. Shut up.
Someday I will take over the world. But enough about me. This is your questionnaire.
You + me = Pi. I mean, friends.
If I saw you right now I'd be very surprised, albeit happily so. Unless you came in through the window with a knife. Oh, who am I kidding? I'd probably assume it's all a big joke until that final, fatal moment of recknoning and realization.
I would build a katamari just for you. (What? Don't know what a katamari is? Google it. It's insane.)
I would get your name tattooed on my non-existant limb because tattoos are evil.
If I could sing you any song it would be You Can Call Me Al.
We could my, this questionnaire is starting to get cozy under the stars.
Will you defenestrate me? (Google that one too. Best. Verb. Ever.)
My love for you is like that of a battlefield. I'm sorry, I've got "Love is a Battlefield" stuck in my head right now.
Love,
Mike D. I mean, wait. Dammit!
(P.S. This message will self destruct.:)
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