Dear Chula,
I took your advise. I have no idea what it means but I kept saying it over and over, like you said. I am now blind folded and being taken somewhere in the back of some kind of military vehicle. I know this because the engine sounds exactly like a deuce and a half like the ones we used in the Army, and I occasionally hear the squawk of some type of two-way radio. How can I inform my friends that I don't think I'll be able to make the party on Saturday?
TellMyDaughterI'llWrite,
WhereTheFuckAmIGoing.
Sent to you from my Tracfone I had up my butt.
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