Strawberry letter number 8
Hello my love:
Here is an accurate summary of our valentine's day together. I hope posterity looks at it kindly.
TRUE STORY: I was in a total fight with my girlfriend on friday the thirteenth. I had the day off, and she was pissed that I didn't run errands for her all day. The reason I was such a lounging loser on friday was because I took my godson to the SUICIDEGIRLS BURLESQUE the night before in Cleveland. I didn't get home until three. So, she disappears on saturday a.m. of valentines day. It is understood that I'm to make dinner that is healthy and delicious. I go to the grocery store, pay seventy bucks for fennel and boneless, skinless chicken thigh. I make home made steak fries (soaking them in sugar and salt before drying them out and baking them with only a teaspoon or two of oil and paprika.) I make moist thick, fat free brownies, cut up ripe plums and prepare them for a bowl with low fat frozen yougurt. She comes home, and things are still a little cool between us. We get ready to go to Church: five o'clock mass at the church where we will be married. Carol acts up in the front row. We get home, I bake the fries, the chicken and fennel and artichoke hearts in italian dressing wrapped in parchment paper, and we eat it with a bottle of 14.00 dollar french wine. We finish and relax for an hour before seeing Bertolucci's The Dreamers. When we arrived home, I was brushing my teeth at the sink and she sat down to pee directly behind me and I pulled down my pants to reveal the SG logo emblazoned on extremely constrictiing pink panties. Then I gave her another, unstretched pair that she put on, and she and I took off each other's underwear and I spend an hour with my mouth on her, circling, flicking, until she cried tears of joy. Throw in Barely Legal: Summer Camp on Sunday morning, and you got yourself a weekend.
Love, Shuggie's Ghost
Hello my love:
Here is an accurate summary of our valentine's day together. I hope posterity looks at it kindly.
TRUE STORY: I was in a total fight with my girlfriend on friday the thirteenth. I had the day off, and she was pissed that I didn't run errands for her all day. The reason I was such a lounging loser on friday was because I took my godson to the SUICIDEGIRLS BURLESQUE the night before in Cleveland. I didn't get home until three. So, she disappears on saturday a.m. of valentines day. It is understood that I'm to make dinner that is healthy and delicious. I go to the grocery store, pay seventy bucks for fennel and boneless, skinless chicken thigh. I make home made steak fries (soaking them in sugar and salt before drying them out and baking them with only a teaspoon or two of oil and paprika.) I make moist thick, fat free brownies, cut up ripe plums and prepare them for a bowl with low fat frozen yougurt. She comes home, and things are still a little cool between us. We get ready to go to Church: five o'clock mass at the church where we will be married. Carol acts up in the front row. We get home, I bake the fries, the chicken and fennel and artichoke hearts in italian dressing wrapped in parchment paper, and we eat it with a bottle of 14.00 dollar french wine. We finish and relax for an hour before seeing Bertolucci's The Dreamers. When we arrived home, I was brushing my teeth at the sink and she sat down to pee directly behind me and I pulled down my pants to reveal the SG logo emblazoned on extremely constrictiing pink panties. Then I gave her another, unstretched pair that she put on, and she and I took off each other's underwear and I spend an hour with my mouth on her, circling, flicking, until she cried tears of joy. Throw in Barely Legal: Summer Camp on Sunday morning, and you got yourself a weekend.
Love, Shuggie's Ghost