Dear Snow:

Marry me. I run a small Sabrett's Cart location on 34th and 3rd and I drink a quart of milk every might and run around the block so you know I am in shape. See, those pics of you in the tin foil have me all in a dither; I have been giving out the wrong change and yesterday I let the Kinshes burn because I was day dreaming about just what those tatoos are above your pubic area are symbols of -- are they directions for pleasuring your tender parts? Or are they a secret code known only to love goddesses such as you? And speaking of Area, I have been saving up all my tips so as to open an Area Rug store in Astoria with my cousin Arty; so when we get married you can help provide area rug of all shapes a sizes to Greek and Russian families who cannot afford wall to wall carpeting...  Hey, I know where I saw those sybols they were on a very small triangular area rug that had the scent of heaven sewn in the tender seams... But I rattle on...please Snow say yes... TED