Dear Jennifer L. Knox,
When I asked you to have sex with me in the liquor store I meant steal that sign at the register that says PENS which you did so I got off. Was it good for you? I knew what you meant and I did it.
That sign still says PENS in my room make room for me in your liquor store I got a PENS for you. Your chicken bucket, disease discuss, sad napkin sounds good to me. Hey, Anne B. gots a thing for pee and squirrels, I gots a real thick stink worked up, and we we we just got a bag each of booze, a PENS sign, a clue. Ok I get it –
You’re dating someone not me, you snore, but hey, one last whippet?
Robert J. Baumann