Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Dear Andrew

Dear Andrew,

Not only are you incredibly sweet and handsome, you are also made entirely of awesome. It all began *commence wavy lines to denote flashback sequence* when I made a comment about being covered in bees and you proceeded to tell me that that is how you liked your women. For the record, I also like my women like I like my coffee; in a plastic cup. Eddie Izzard is, indeed, the funniest man alive. Honestly, he even beats Russell Peters. And I love Russell. A lot.
You are invited, Andrew, to dinner at my home whenever you want. I will even let you sit at the table if you want to. I mean, you don't
have to stay outside and creep in the bushes.
Really though, what I like most about you is that Davey is no different when he is with you than when he is with anybody else. I mean, he's a little more... you know... love-y with you, but he's not a different person. This makes me very happy.
Now, accept my friend request on Facebook and we can start talking about Davey behind his back!
Love you, new friend.

Reboot!
Peat

I thought the Groucho Marx glasses were a nice touch. Then I had to do something to Davey, so I gave him a flag.

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