Dear Miria,
I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'm in love with your cat. I think I realized it when you smacked my ass in a clown suit, and I saw you carve your initials into my illegitimate child in Ghana.
I'm sure you're sly enough to understand that I get turned on by garbage men.
I'm returning your false teeth to you, but I'll keep your photo with the mustache drawn on it as a memory.
You should also know that I will try to forget that you broke my heart and you ruined my attempts at another world war.
Go milk a cow,
Koa
