I love you
Dear Barbra bush:
You are cordially invited to come over to my neuclear power plant next wednesday night to celebrate festivus . I would like to start out with a little bowling, maybe some champagne, and then maybe move on to dessert: your clavical. (Did I mention it's just going to be the two of us?) The dress code is casual; I'd really like to see you in nothing but a fingerless gloves. I do hope you can attend, as I've been bending all week in anticipation. If you're lucky, I'll even put on my duck costume and do a little dance for you. You don't have to bring a thing, just yourself and maybe some hydrophane in case things get really frisky. Who knows?
Love, jimbob
You are cordially invited to come over to my neuclear power plant next wednesday night to celebrate festivus . I would like to start out with a little bowling, maybe some champagne, and then maybe move on to dessert: your clavical. (Did I mention it's just going to be the two of us?) The dress code is casual; I'd really like to see you in nothing but a fingerless gloves. I do hope you can attend, as I've been bending all week in anticipation. If you're lucky, I'll even put on my duck costume and do a little dance for you. You don't have to bring a thing, just yourself and maybe some hydrophane in case things get really frisky. Who knows?
Love, jimbob