she just said....
our second catalog has to have a pride and prejudice theme
has to
HAS TO
outdoor shots
in fields
with fog
and a mysterious man in the background of every shot
it is imperitive
or i may stab myself in the heart
or at lesst prick my finger
or stub my toe
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Dear Amy,
ReplyDeleteAs I sit her listening to Annie Lynox sing about sweet dreams and such I want to remind you that if there ever was a mysterious man... Mr. Darcy (aka= my future x husband) is said man. You will have to figure out how much money it is going to cost us to get Mr. Matthew out of the U.K. and into our catalog.
Wait, should we just take a small stint across the pond. I am in dire need of a few rainy days. It has been depressingly fucking sunny here lately.
If you can convince him that he can be paid in flesh and chewing gum.. I'm your girl. If not, we are selling the Hummer. I know you love it, but it's just not practical anymore. Not cool either, I had some little prick in a hybrid throw a slurpie at me yesterday..
Sell the Hummer. Get Mr. Darcy. We can still drive around in the Scooby Van. Now, thinking of how we are going to explain to our husbands why this tall British man is hanging around wearing an ascot and refusing to dance.
ReplyDeleteAmy,
ReplyDeleteThe van is in the shop. The mechanic wants to buy it for his cuban cousin. Maybe he needs somewhere to live. Idk. Anyway, I tried to explain to him that I was bringing him my new Burban and I wanted him to "murder it out" and he told me to wait right there, went to the back room, and I saw him pick up the phone to make a call through the glass. He came back, said "I called my murder it out people and they want you to stand right there, they will be here in fifteen minutes". We need a new mechanic. Im scared. Especially since you never got those jello shots off the upholstery in the van. God know what they think that red shit is..
Smooches, Mel
Amy,
ReplyDeleteWill you please go over there. Our Rob Zombie CD is in the player of the van and you know I can't eat my Lucky Charms in the morning without listening to Superbeast.
Thanks, Mel
Ok. so I go to get your CD and my knee high lace up boots, and the mechanic was telling me about a strange smell coming from the spare tire. Is that where we left Jeff?
ReplyDeleteNo, No, No... Jeff is in Bulgaria buying us Diamonds... remember
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ReplyDeleteNow, The Coach..he is M.I.A, I think he was too white bread for us anyway....
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