My dearest Bumbledeer,
I am madly in love with you. I love the way your moustache bears resemblance to your bowtie; how it is ever so furry. I wish you to grow your moustache, so I can braid it while you tell me stories about buffalo mating rituals. I want to giggle at everything; giggle at the twitching of your eye-glass chain, giggle at the eye-glass, giggle at your eye. I want to twitter and grow dragon wings; eat salmon while riding your hat to the laundry mat, where we’ll do our laundry. Together. Let us be together, my darling, my snookums, my muffin beef-cakes, my pumpkin numkins, my goochie-goochie-goo-ums. I love your thick eyebrows. I love to imagine making a uni-brow with my fat permanent marker. I just want to draw all over your face. Take me now. Just take me. OHH BUMBLEDEER! BUMMMMBLE DEEER! BUUMMMM BLE DEEEEER. OHHH! By the power of the almighty desert cactus and water chestnut cookie mixed with hummus deep fried in buttermilk chocolate with raisin lamb-chops sautéed in magic pesto drumstrick chicken wing juice salted and beat down to the pulp…I command thee to take me…
to get boba.
KK thanks. T2yl. Laterz, LOL. LMAO. zOMG zors. Pwn!!!!11!11!11one.
Kicks and sexy giggles,
Your secret admirer.
