Letters


My friend Bonnie wrote to me:

do you still think you can write a letter to mel from a professional soccer player, preferably one from guadalajara, mexico? i think i should send her this check really soon and i’m hoping that if i send something amusing along with it she will forgive how late i am in sending it in the first place.

Hola Mel!!

Please excuse my English is not so good.  I met Bonnie in the hot tub at the Holiday Inn in Houston and she said for me to write you, that you would like this.  I don’t know what to say, though, so I will tell you about myself.  I live in Guadalajara in Mexico where I play futbol for my career, I am the goalie.  I am not married because I prefer blond girls, and redheads.  I do have two kids, maybe you should know this.  They won’t be a problem when we meet though because they live with their mothers.

My favorite thing to do when I am not playing football is to cook exotic Chinese food.  This is because I spent a year playing for the Shanghai Dragons club team and there are so many strange foods that I learned about because I had lots of time because and no one to talk to .  I can do sexy things with bok choy and my favorite dessert to make is lotus seeds in rock sugar syrup.  I get lotus seeds from Amazon Mexico which is a wonderful thing, they even deliver groceries from trucks around Guadalajara.  I am usually the only vegetarian on my team, but I do like to eat chicken sometimes after we win a game.

My mom is very old and nice.  She lives in in a village 20km from San Luis Potosi.  Her job is to sew the stars on your American flag.  She is very patriotic towards your country.  My dad ran away with a hooker when I was 8.  I don’t blame him anymore and he and the hooker have given me two very beautiful sisters.  My dad is an elected official in San Luis Potosi and is highly respecred.  He is the transportation minister and he has a very large collection of snakes including a python!  The snakes do not have cages, my dad lets them roam around the guest room.  Sometimes one snake will eat another which I believe is cannibalism but can also be exciting, especially when a big one eats a small one and then the python eats the big one.  The snakes are like Russian dolls.

Anyway, I am very happy to write you.  Bonnie tells me you are a very kind and smoking hot American woman and I would like to meet you up close and personal some day soon.

Ciao baby,
Liborio Vicente Sánchez

Breakfast Nirvana by Kasse

Breakfast Nirvana by Kasse

Dear Co-worker,

Like links, are your fingers,
of little sausages and berliners
are your eyes. Your skin is milky white.
Your lips are delicate strips of bacon,
your tits are eggs bright, facing the sun. I’m craving
some of your muffin top, sex appeal, sits atop
pancake booty with cheeks like apple peels and a dollop
of your luscious forest of beef gravy hair.
Skip the hash browns. Take me down.
Orange juice with pulp is your appeal.
Your body is a breakfast, my favorite meal.

Sincerely,

Your Co-worker

Dearest Senator Obama:
Good morning, my friend.
I hope that you are well this morning.
Thanks for emailing me those ‘liver cleanse’ recipes.
Man! That stuff really works. I’m drinking nothing BUT olive oil now.
Let’s turn to the economy for a second.
I’ve been told its bad.
Because the economy is bad, I hereby frickin’ DARE you to stop your campaign like me.
Just stop it. In fact, if you don’t pack up your bumper stickers and catchy websites (that I’ve been
told are accessible on The Interweb) it just shows how little you care for this country.
I care so much about this election I’ve dedicated myself to removing myself from it.
Now to the debate scheduled for tomorrow: Let’s call it a tie.
P.S. Did you see that David Blaine stunt? That guys crazy!
P.P.S. Let’s call off the VP debates too. Sarah…has a headache….I mean, tapeworm.
Yup. Them’s the breaks. Got a tapeworm. And….she’ll be hard at work on the economy.
And checking her stool regularly for evidence of a tapeworms. Which she does have.
P.P.P.S. Why don’t you ever return my Facebook pokes?

Yours truly,
American Hero John McCain

Dear Buril,buril.jpg

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Hot, sticky, lots of flies, mosquitoes, sweaty. And how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. Seven ways. I won’t enumerate on that for the moment.

Your eyes remind me of two soggy Cheerios floating in a sea of creamy breast milk. Your ears are like two beautiful butterflies copulating on a midnight rose.

You are welcome to any and all of my pistachio shells, but donations are welcome and accepted. I (hope) we will remain together in love forever and a day.

I remain yours,

Earl Cheesesteak

More Imaginary Letters

musings 2musingsSo did you see Ted last night @ that kegger on 15th Ave? Hott!!! We were gonna kiss but he had serious garlic-breath, so I just sucked him off instead. (I know you’ll think I’m a slut, but that’s no worse than being a tease, I figure! Girl, please!)

So what did you do w/Russel? All the way this time, or you still stuck on 2nd base? You’re not gonna be 17 forever - you need to get laid before you get out of Garfield, and if you can score one of these college dipshits, that’s the way to go; if I’d known that I never would have fucked Kevin in the 9th grade. You know we were together for a year, fucking every weekend, before either of us knew “Doggy-Style” wasn’t anal! Whatever, it opened me up for being with Jared, you know what I’m sayin?

O.K., I need to go read this Jane Austen shit about prejudice or whatever. Let’s go to the movies, maybe see “You Got Served”? Call me!

-D.

love-jonas.jpgJoanna-

You made me cry so hard that my face broke out. My tears had tiny claws and ripped up my face the way your words ripped up my heart.

Live with that forever! You ruined my life!

forever,

Jonas

From EmmaTo my Love -

I dreamed we were walking through the city. Your fingers digging into my side, counting my ribs absentmindedly as the sky scrapers loomed overhead. Sour-faced glass panes reflecting back our shifting, sloppy grasp. Is there a reason I fit so well here? Tucked under your shoulder, shielded from the disapproving grey glares of these steel structures. Is this love, or just a distraction? Is what we have real, or just a shadow of someone else’s love, like those bobbing, sterile reflections in a cold, empty city.

Please don’t wake me.

Emma

Cynthia

Dear Captain Andrew,

Why were you such a jerk to me? I can’t believe I spent so much time sucking on your nasty billy-goat toes just for you to call me out like that in front of Father Ricky and Sister Barbara. How will I show my face at youth group again? You will burn in hell with your whore mother and your glutton auntie.

We’re through!

Fuck off,

Cynthia

[Written at The Blue Moon Tavern, Seattle] chess

14th Sept, 2005

Bilo,

I was very upset that you falsified my move. Playing chess by mail is a game that requires honor - I know you cheated, and I will be insulted if you try to dispute this, because you know I am smarter than any moron who wouldn’t notice that shit! Yeah I’m angry! BECAUSE: instead of actually giving you my next move, I have to write to chastise you for your tricks; instead of having a good week, and looking forward to relaxing with this game, I was fired and I have been cheated by my opponent; instead of bridging the East-West/U.S.A. divide, you are widening it! I am seriously considering reporting this to the CBMF for assessment. I don’t want to, but what choice do you leave me?!!…

Well, I left that hours ago, and now I’ve returned. Here’s my best offer, or I WILL report you to the chess federation: you will replace my bishop to F9, you will make your moved with an accurate board setup, and you will removed one of your pawns.

This, and only this will continue our game and the friendship it has begun. The choice if yours.

-Karl

[due to the low resolution image, the letter is transcribed below]
letter

Dear Jim -
I know you think that I think you do not like me anymore, but it is simply untrue. I like your mom and I thought we got along well even though she thought my outfit was inappropriate. To me, yellow and blue do match. What is really going on? I really do still like you, too.

Give me a call back.
(I’ll give you a handjob.)

Sarah

laundry
[Help! They are blasting Bryan Adams in here! Let me out!]

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