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Thursday, October 25, 2007

An Open Letter to My Future Wife



Dear Alicia,
What are your plans for ummmm the next 50 yrs or so? Nothing? Same here. Well if you have no plans, and I have no plans, then why don't we have no plans together. I'm sure we can find a nice beach house somewhere where I can spend my days fishing and surfing and growing a sweet ass garden and you can do whatever it is that you want to do. At night we can eat whatever was caught during the day with whatever vegetables we gather from the garden. Sounds pretty sweet doesn't it? Just think this can be all of yours and all you have to do is call me. I don't want a greencard or anything like that, and I won't lock you up in my basement, I just think it would work out between us.

-Pickle

4 Comments:

  • At 8:27 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Well this is my role model so all her haterz fall back and stop haten

     
  • At 2:17 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    okayy... dude. that is soo sad. ur future wife?!? i mean come on who are u kidding??? ur prolly never gunna meet her in ur life, but i guess it doesn't hurt to dream. ha ur such a loser!!!!

     
  • At 2:19 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    aww okay im sorry i was only joking, she's great n all n im sure ur great too so :)

     
  • At 9:03 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Dat chick beez ugly az fuk.

     

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