You know, a lot has happened late at night after drinking. I've thrown up. I've walked 5 miles to get home. I've sent ridiculous texts and made embarrassing phone calls. I've destroyed buff chick calzoney balboneys. I've peed in a girls dresser. I've slept in my car. I've sliced my foot open on a broken jar of salsa. And I've even kissed a girl. But last night was the first time that I got home and decided to write an email. I don't know what the purpose of the email was or how I could've possibly thought any of this made sense but never the less, I sent it. I actually wouldn't have even known about it but one of my friends apparently heard about it and then told me. So here it is.
Subject: Did you plat like a champ?
listen, this is taking all of my energy to write this to you but in doing so all I want to say is thank you for putting forth your best effort while playing pool with me. while writing this letter i realized that we might not have actually played together. if this is true then clearly my subconscious enjoy playing with you with is a big step since my subconscious usually hates everyone. i need to go to sleep now because i am losing control of my liimbs. i hope you enjoy my blog and enter the contest. Good night super friend. (i called u super friend because ur my friend and I'm super, i thought it was fittting.
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