Jerry. I'm in love. I'm getting fukin married. You probably think I'm a fool. I don't know. Something special in that moment. Something just clicked. It was magic. We were pumpin and humpin. And I just said to myself. I could do this for the rest of my life. I must have fainted cause when I woke up, she was ready for some more. I can't even keep up with this chick. I don't know what to do. I am so in love. Its more than that though. Its like. Hold on Jerry, here she comes again. I could barely get away to type this letter. Hold that thought.
    Jesus Jerry. I can bareyl get to the typewriter. I'm exausted. Anyfuk. Don't bother coming up. I won't be able to show you around. I've got my nads tied. I'm getting one of those old-dude humpin-beds. It does the work for you. Hey, can you deposit my paycheck for me. The deposit slips are in my desk. I probably won't be writing for a while. Man. YOu made the mistake of your life. I'll try to write if this shit ever slows down, but hey, when you date a nympho, you got to be willing to go all the way.

B.S. I gummed up four cieling fans already. Thats got to be some kind of record?

       Gratz meef,
            Reverend Speefnarkle