Dearest Katy,
I knowest that thou hast thinketh I hath forgotten aboutest thou. Howevereth, tis far from the fanciful truthiness!
Methinks the merriful thoughts ofst thou in The Brothels of the Coldest City on Earth est hilarious.
Yours truly hath shat in his undergarments on twice occasions in dost last several fortnights. This est unfortunate.
What wouldn't Jesus do?
Dr. Phil
"Let no one till his death Be called unhappy. Measure not the work Until the day's out and the labour done."
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