I am taking in a little more media than usual. I am watching the Kardashian wedding with newby Kris Humphreys. This Mound native is quite the all star. I will be your new wife so that you can be sane for a few minutes. Believe me, Prince William is really down with that. Harry is scarey and he will only imagine a wedding with me. I am purrfect you see. I love your manly swimmer hands. They match my skin and muscle tone so perfectly. Everything you say is an indelible mark on my intellect, my heart, and my sweet huge ass. I just like to see you laugh, boo. Crying is for your puppies to do every time you leave the room. Boom boom your telepathy is so sexy. It makes me sweat on the arch of my feet. I may talk to an imaginery man named, Shaw, when you leave, but there is nothing up my sleeve. He is protecting me and helping me to create. Your house is sweet, and totally perfect for me. I enjoy doing your laundry when you leave. I will make you a healthy chicken pasta to be ready the minute you come home. I will have some Chadanay in a glass for you when you come in and I will then cut the french bread. Qui qui tu es tres intelligent. Je mapelle l'Hope. Je t'aime. J'adore toi. You are a medival knight paving the way. I toast your bravery today. Swim a lap for me and feel my glee. Phelps and me will stop by soon to instill the entity that is you SANITY.
I love you Ellen. I wrote to you after I saw your Jack Black interview today. Loving beads of sweat cascaded down the back of my neck. He is telepathy to the nth degree. Please don't be angry with him or me for being so much better than you. You are just nothing, nothing, nothing. Does this remind you of the telepathy people have been sending you recently? Please send some loving telepathy to Kris Humphreys about his intelligence during chaos on tv. It would mean a lot to him. Hail Satan for all you three and Scott and Rob too. Keep it simple. Do not mix traditions.
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