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

..spent all your money on Snow!! You're not my hero anymore.

That's a good point Jammer, I like that one.

BTW, Welcome to the NY Jewels club. I booked an appointment tomorrow because of you. No more emails until I get back from FLA, I don't want to spend all of my play money!!!

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Viking will happen... It must happen, it is enevitable... that is the way to go, pena colada, a babe who finally understands what I mean by The Bowling Ball trick.... and you my new buddies, you who must know what Viking is like!