I have a favor to ask of you. Oh, I know we’ve never gotten along in the past, but can’t we let bygones, be bygones?
The thing is, Matt-Man and I have these fucked up work schedules, and we never get to see each other except for Friday and Saturday nights.
Also, as you know, I have a sleeping issue.
Oh sure, we have a good time drinking and catching up with each other’s week, and shit like that. However…
Naked Twister needs to be played up here in the crib…if you know what I mean.
Also, I’d really not like to feel like a major failure for once, as you come at really inconvenient times.
Today is the beginning of the weekend, and you are due any motherfucking minute.
I beg of you, please hold out until Sunday?
I will be eternally grateful. I’ll even stop calling you names, and threatening to cut you out my own damn self with a rusty coat hanger.
Who am I kidding; you don’t care.
You’re not even listening, but I thought I’d give it a shot. You’ll do what you want; you always do. You suck! Kidding, kidding. Hee Hee?
But, I do need to do the horizontal mambo with my man, so just wait it out, or Ima cut a bitch.
Yours in Christ,