So, where was I?
Dear...umm...
Shit...you know...I don't normally talk to dead people. That's like...some precog, dream walking shit that I think is pretty weird. That is, unless you have some good 'shrooms and a lava light.
Dear Eden,
I heard this horrid earworm on my ipod while stuck in traffic on the Jersey Turnpike, and it reminded me of the good old days at Primatech where I had an office TO MYSELF! Then YOU came along, you office hog. You and your SUGGESTIONS. One in particular, where you stalked me for a T Shirt I stole from Eric Thompson Jr. that said "Donkey Punch Champion."
Why you needed it so badly, I do not know. I do not care what kind of kinky, tantric, dirty Moho sex you were hoping to have. All I know is, thanks to St. Rene, your annoying drone of "LEMME BARROW THAT TOP" was wasted breath. I hope this even more annoying song stays with you deep into the afterlife.
Fuck you with something hard and sandpapery,
Candice
PS: I still have that shirt. Hate on, Hater!
PPS: Eric stole that shirt from Bennet. Eric Thomspon Jr. FTFUCKINGW!!
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