These things are HILARIOUS.
My beloved Gazuntike,
You and I are just two yummy people trying to make it in this milky world. I know we're not perfect-- I've certainly been guilty of molesting in the past, and I know you've dabbled in gluttony, but let's put that all in the past and focus on what really matters: our papery love. Without you, I'm nothing but a hairy Yurble.
Yours chaotically,
Smelly_Purple_Marker
Dear Smelly_Purple_Marker,
Please, my beloved, come with me on a Stupid journey to the deepest chocolate of my kidney. Any fool could see that we're meant for each other; won't you join me in Charleston and dance with me across the undulating mint? The wait is too much to bear. Can't we just cast aside the formality of courtship and break like eating paper?
wow, thats one hairy cupid.
Yours truly,
Gazuntike
Dearest Smelly_Purple_Marker,
I cannot begin to describe how dying my severed head burns for you. As I write this, I'm pooping in my pencil case, unable to contain my making desire. Please, accept my lovey dovey embrace and know that you're truly the uh, apple, no wait, PEARS of my eye.
this will make you laugh so much. it's so funny.
I yearn for you ... (dot, dot, dot),
Blue Lunar the Wolf Demon
Gazuntike,
You know how the song goes: "squeaky men say only rappers rush in." Well, I'm afraid I must. I can't wait another minute to feel your itchy embrace. Now I know how Spider Pig felt when the hippos first parted to reveal Big Foot silhouetted against a squishy sky. It was awkward at first sight! Please be mine. I'll be right here, decaying scratchily until you get here.
CRAP ATTACK!
Yours truly,
Smelly_Purple_Marker
My beloved Smelly_Purple_Marker,
You and I are just two flapping people trying to make it in this numbling world. I know we're not perfect-- I've certainly been guilty of your dancing in the past, and I know you've dabbled in uh poop? i dun no them, but let's put that all in the past and focus on what really matters: our hiding love. Without you, I'm nothing but a wearing the cheat.
three day weekend! of loooove
Yours brought sexy back-ly,
hampst
My beloved Gazuntike,
You and I are just two yummy people trying to make it in this milky world. I know we're not perfect-- I've certainly been guilty of molesting in the past, and I know you've dabbled in gluttony, but let's put that all in the past and focus on what really matters: our papery love. Without you, I'm nothing but a hairy Yurble.
Yours chaotically,
Smelly_Purple_Marker
Dear Smelly_Purple_Marker,
Please, my beloved, come with me on a Stupid journey to the deepest chocolate of my kidney. Any fool could see that we're meant for each other; won't you join me in Charleston and dance with me across the undulating mint? The wait is too much to bear. Can't we just cast aside the formality of courtship and break like eating paper?
wow, thats one hairy cupid.
Yours truly,
Gazuntike
Dearest Smelly_Purple_Marker,
I cannot begin to describe how dying my severed head burns for you. As I write this, I'm pooping in my pencil case, unable to contain my making desire. Please, accept my lovey dovey embrace and know that you're truly the uh, apple, no wait, PEARS of my eye.
this will make you laugh so much. it's so funny.
I yearn for you ... (dot, dot, dot),
Blue Lunar the Wolf Demon
Gazuntike,
You know how the song goes: "squeaky men say only rappers rush in." Well, I'm afraid I must. I can't wait another minute to feel your itchy embrace. Now I know how Spider Pig felt when the hippos first parted to reveal Big Foot silhouetted against a squishy sky. It was awkward at first sight! Please be mine. I'll be right here, decaying scratchily until you get here.
CRAP ATTACK!
Yours truly,
Smelly_Purple_Marker
My beloved Smelly_Purple_Marker,
You and I are just two flapping people trying to make it in this numbling world. I know we're not perfect-- I've certainly been guilty of your dancing in the past, and I know you've dabbled in uh poop? i dun no them, but let's put that all in the past and focus on what really matters: our hiding love. Without you, I'm nothing but a wearing the cheat.
three day weekend! of loooove
Yours brought sexy back-ly,
hampst
