I think I'm in love
So I found this hilarious ad on craigslist the other day:
Thomas Kinkade Role Playing - m4w - 24 (Sea)
Reply to: pers-1039465093@craigslist.org [?]
Date: 2009-02-17, 10:25PM PST
I am great American painter Thomas Kinkade. You are my beautiful wife Nanette. I come into the bedroom having just completed a painting of a house at night with trees and candles and stuff like that. I cleverly hid the letter N in the painting as a love note to you, and that turns you on, and you take off your clothes. You call me the painter of light, because my paintings look like they glow in the dark and shit, and I thank you and take off my pants. I touch you and bring peace and joy into your life. I then credit the Lord for my ability and inspiration to fuck you, and then I fuck you. When I finish I paint your face
So I emailed him, and this is the reply I got:
Nanette, is this your new email address? Computers are confusing.
The Lord has made me to work with my hands and colors and light not
with numbers and buttons.
I hate to be away from you for so long, but the business trip is going
well. I've secured a licensing deal to create a new series of NASCAR
Disney Christmas paintings. I'm sure my collectors will be excited to
hear about it. I've got to top the Golfing with Jesus series somehow.
But I do hate being away from you and the kids and my studio. It gets
lonely on the road. I'll be heading home after my Master Highlighter
event this weekend in Delaware, but in the meantime, could you send
pictures to keep me company? In return I'll send some sketches I've
made of you on the road.
Love,
Thomas
Thomas Kinkade Role Playing - m4w - 24 (Sea)
Reply to: pers-1039465093@craigslist.org [?]
Date: 2009-02-17, 10:25PM PST
I am great American painter Thomas Kinkade. You are my beautiful wife Nanette. I come into the bedroom having just completed a painting of a house at night with trees and candles and stuff like that. I cleverly hid the letter N in the painting as a love note to you, and that turns you on, and you take off your clothes. You call me the painter of light, because my paintings look like they glow in the dark and shit, and I thank you and take off my pants. I touch you and bring peace and joy into your life. I then credit the Lord for my ability and inspiration to fuck you, and then I fuck you. When I finish I paint your face
So I emailed him, and this is the reply I got:
Nanette, is this your new email address? Computers are confusing.
The Lord has made me to work with my hands and colors and light not
with numbers and buttons.
I hate to be away from you for so long, but the business trip is going
well. I've secured a licensing deal to create a new series of NASCAR
Disney Christmas paintings. I'm sure my collectors will be excited to
hear about it. I've got to top the Golfing with Jesus series somehow.
But I do hate being away from you and the kids and my studio. It gets
lonely on the road. I'll be heading home after my Master Highlighter
event this weekend in Delaware, but in the meantime, could you send
pictures to keep me company? In return I'll send some sketches I've
made of you on the road.
Love,
Thomas