Where have you been for the last year anyway? For the real? I'm not going back to OKC until I have a no-snow guarantee. No, not that snow. I mean the shitty kind that makes it hard to drive my Jag.
I miss you and I miss Mexican Monday and I miss making fun of people in jeeps and I miss the BringBackTheBuzzDawg and I miss watching "Friday" with you and taking turns playing Deebo.
Holy fuck, I'm watching American Idol and this bitch is fucked up. You need to slap her.
Here's the deal. It's 5 fucking hours. You can do it on a weekend. President's goddamned day is like the 3rd week in February. You'll be off work. Get your ass in the car, find your way to I-35, I know you can. Go north. Count to 4 1/2 hours. Find I-70. Go east. BINGO, Buffie's house. Are ya feeling me, muthaphuckya? I know you is.
I can tell by all the teef in yo mouf that yous grinnin like a pimp wit a new set of dubs.
I miss you. I love you. I'm so incredibly proud of you. I mean it.
