Dear BG,
I wanted to send you an airplane writing in the clouds kind of message; but thanks to some ticker who gave me $1483 in car damages, I can't. I know, I know, its too late to Pauly Dangerfield, but I'm still sorry. I'm also sorry that you found a pommegran under your eyelid. I don't want to play judge and jury but its probably all the hippie snacks causing it, and your general lack of interest in your Persimmons. I hope you and Rustler have a great day down at the Pico marble pits. Don't let any bricks butt in front of you on line! If you need a ride home call me and Mikucheechi and I will come pick you up.
LaBrea Always,
Genre
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