P.S. Dear Snow,

Dec 13, 2004 22:58

I hate you! Your cold and make my nose runny. You make the bottoms of my pants all wet and my toes really cold. If you don't get me at least a delay tomorrow...expect a call. A mean one. ::insert angry face here::

P.S.S.

If you do get me a delay...then...maybe I won't destroy you when I become ruler of all. MWAHAHA...

P.S.S.S (Last one I promise)

Maybe I will destroy you...you know regardless of the delay. Or maybe...ok I have it. When I'm president...you can live...but I won't give you a presidential pardon. You'll have to work a 9 to 5 in a Guadeloupe sweat shop sewing Olsen Twin originals. That will teach you some manners! Take that crystallizing water droplets!
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