Wade from Louiville

Hey Wade, two days ago I received your telepathy. We joked around for about a half an hour. I no longer have your number. I picked up a little Air Force Academy primo pilot when we met, after all you were working as a private pilot for a billionaire who almost bought the Indianapolis Colts that day. I just had a great time with you. I deal well with chaos, and you NASCAR driver friend was freaky chaos. Our time alone was special and peaceful, actually. Now you understand the fraternity discovery I needed to have to relate to you properly so that you did not continuously relate to me as if I am male. You are a good looking man who did not fall prey to The Wild Beaver's "clever ruse." I miss you and I will love to see you again. Our military's clever ruse is now held inside of you. Try trying to watch CNN now. I very much knew that it was an honor for you to give me your private cell, and for you to actually spend the night. Everything was lost in the evil shuffle. The only time I used your number was when the federal building shut down for one inch of snow. The FBI agents could not get out. The building almost collapsed that day. That ONE CALL kept it standing. Just think how INDEBTED the FEDERAL GOVERNMENT is to you. Around me it is domino. One falls and then the rest will go. Take care. Hope