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R. Linda:
You caved in waiting for the library to deliver the goods, did you? This idea of reading a lady's book with you has me wondering if: 1. I be that bored I be stooping to reading girlie tales with a flashlight under me blankets at night, or 2. the San Francisco gay scene has finally caught up with me and I don't know it. I would like to think it is neither, but me heart gets an icy chill round about it when I think of this new undertaking.
I promised to read The Notebook with you and a promise be a promise, but had I known what it was about, I would have told you BOLLOCKS TO THAT, this be a girlie reading material and I be not a girlie man, at least not that I know of (though with this new undertaking, I be starting to wonder meself).
Sam's Club is what? Never heard of it. They sell books, do they? I got mine at a Target or as you women like to call it, Tar' jay store. It cost me a whole $7.50, thank God I don't live in Canada because then I'd be shelling out $9.99 for a girlie novel! I must tell you that when I got to the cashier I mumbled I was buying the thing for me sister. I don't think the checker believed me though.
I cannot cheat by watching the flick, because it isn't playing here and if you think I would be caught dead going to a movie house with that title on the marquee, well me dear R. Linda, I'd rather go out on the town with the Village People.
Judging by the cover, I be sure I be in for more than me fair share of schmaltz. Sappy, sappy, sappy. so let me know when you're ready to start reading this thing. The size of it estimates it should take the two of us one day to finish it if not one hour. But I realize it will be no hour we spend because I be sure we will be wiping away the tears and it will be hard to see the freaking writing.
How many boxes of tissues should I get to start with do you think?
To answer your question is anyone taking to me at work, the answer is NO, but damn if they found plenty for me to do suddenly, now I be leaving. Be a real shame if I can't get to that book, now won't it?
Overworked,
R. Linda:
You caved in waiting for the library to deliver the goods, did you? This idea of reading a lady's book with you has me wondering if: 1. I be that bored I be stooping to reading girlie tales with a flashlight under me blankets at night, or 2. the San Francisco gay scene has finally caught up with me and I don't know it. I would like to think it is neither, but me heart gets an icy chill round about it when I think of this new undertaking.
I promised to read The Notebook with you and a promise be a promise, but had I known what it was about, I would have told you BOLLOCKS TO THAT, this be a girlie reading material and I be not a girlie man, at least not that I know of (though with this new undertaking, I be starting to wonder meself).
Sam's Club is what? Never heard of it. They sell books, do they? I got mine at a Target or as you women like to call it, Tar' jay store. It cost me a whole $7.50, thank God I don't live in Canada because then I'd be shelling out $9.99 for a girlie novel! I must tell you that when I got to the cashier I mumbled I was buying the thing for me sister. I don't think the checker believed me though.
I cannot cheat by watching the flick, because it isn't playing here and if you think I would be caught dead going to a movie house with that title on the marquee, well me dear R. Linda, I'd rather go out on the town with the Village People.
Judging by the cover, I be sure I be in for more than me fair share of schmaltz. Sappy, sappy, sappy. so let me know when you're ready to start reading this thing. The size of it estimates it should take the two of us one day to finish it if not one hour. But I realize it will be no hour we spend because I be sure we will be wiping away the tears and it will be hard to see the freaking writing.
How many boxes of tissues should I get to start with do you think?
To answer your question is anyone taking to me at work, the answer is NO, but damn if they found plenty for me to do suddenly, now I be leaving. Be a real shame if I can't get to that book, now won't it?
Overworked,
Gabe
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