Sorry I have not got to you before. Bean dip, you know. Enclosed you will find a package by way of my wife, Elizabeth. She has provided you some store-bought cookies, Irish ale, and a ball of yarn for you to play with. I know you have been away, so I will tell you some of the news you may have missed.
Crystal Palace lost to Manchester United last week, three to nil. It would have been a meaningless and forgettable game, but quite the racket happened in the stadium during the second half. Richard was there with me, and there was a mad woman running naked across the pitch, and tried to copulate with one of the Man U midfieldsmen during the game. It was quite the scene, and security saw to her exit quick enough, although I'm pretty sure that midfieldsman (I forget his name, lucky chap), got himself a nice feel before they tackled her. She was actually quite a bird, so unfortunate her mind has gone like that.
The Americans were posturing in Iraq again two weeks ago, saying this and that about God knows what. Bloody Yanks.
And I got to see your brother, George. He was in Liverpool, doing arse-all. We didn't talk, really, just sort of awkwardly noticed each other and acknowledged that we do indeed exist in the world. You know how it is.
Anyway, I've got to handle the wash since Lizbet is out, likely shagging with that fellow who does our garden again.
Cheerio!
-Oliver
Dear Henry,
Sorry I have not got to you before. Bean dip, you know. Enclosed you will find a package by way of my wife, Elizabeth. She has provided you some store-bought cookies, Irish ale, and a ball of yarn for you to play with. I know you have been away, so I will tell you some of the news you may have missed.
Crystal Palace lost to Manchester United last week, three to nil. It would have been a meaningless and forgettable game, but quite the racket happened in the stadium during the second half. Richard was there with me, and there was a mad woman running naked across the pitch, and tried to copulate with one of the Man U midfieldsmen during the game. It was quite the scene, and security saw to her exit quick enough, although I'm pretty sure that midfieldsman (I forget his name, lucky chap), got himself a nice feel before they tackled her. She was actually quite a bird, so unfortunate her mind has gone like that.
The Americans were posturing in Iraq again two weeks ago, saying this and that about God knows what. Bloody Yanks.
And I got to see your brother, George. He was in Liverpool, doing arse-all. We didn't talk, really, just sort of awkwardly noticed each other and acknowledged that we do indeed exist in the world. You know how it is.
Anyway, I've got to handle the wash since Lizbet is out, likely shagging with that fellow who does our garden again.
Cheerio!
-Oliver
Dear Henry,
Sorry I have not got to you before. Bean dip, you know. Enclosed you will find a package by way of my wife, Elizabeth. She has provided you some store-bought cookies, Irish ale, and a ball of yarn for you to play with. I know you have been away, so I will tell you some of the news you may have missed.
Crystal Palace lost to Manchester United last week, three to nil. It would have been a meaningless and forgettable game, but quite the racket happened in the stadium during the second half. Richard was there with me, and there was a mad woman running naked across the pitch, and tried to copulate with one of the Man U midfieldsmen during the game. It was quite the scene, and security saw to her exit quick enough, although I'm pretty sure that midfieldsman (I forget his name, lucky chap), got himself a nice feel before they tackled her. She was actually quite a bird, so unfortunate her mind has gone like that.
The Americans were posturing in Iraq again two weeks ago, saying this and that about God knows what. Bloody Yanks.
And I got to see your brother, George. He was in Liverpool, doing arse-all. We didn't talk, really, just sort of awkwardly noticed each other and acknowledged that we do indeed exist in the world. You know how it is.
Anyway, I've got to handle the wash since Lizbet is out, likely shagging with that fellow who does our garden again.
Cheerio!
-Oliver