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Thank You Note

My friends and I seem to have more fun sitting around thinking up stupid ideas more than we enjoy going out. The latest example: Nate and Randy came up to Tulsa to visit.

We ate a cool restaurant and went to a local bar to see a few bands play. When we got back to my apartment, my girlfriend Vanessa had made beds out of sleeping bags, blankets, and such for the guys to sleep on. Just to be nice! (as she is very nice!). Here is their "stupid idea" of a thank you note which seemed to generate the most mirth of the evening:

Dearest Vanessa,

Though hast thrilled our hearts with thine making of beds. Our weary bones have found rest within the heavenly grasp of these beds thou did'st create. The gods have truly blessed thee with the skill of 10,000 bed-makers. We shall slumber, oh so sweetly, in thou'est's magnificent tapestries of fine linen's and warm clothes. And on the morrow, our refreshed virile young bodies will dance with thoughts of thou'est's heavenly bed making!

Cordially,

Sir Randolph Wombrader IV and Sir Squeezebox the Squeezed.

Comments

  1. Anonymous9:02 AM

    dude. his dad...owns this dealership. he will totally hook you up, man....

    yous guys are so crazy

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