Hi, I approached you at Tin Lizzie’s and I offered to buy you a drink (Vodka Tonic, if I remember). You told me to go to Hell.
Well, I’m fucking here…now what?
Todd 312-661-90–
Bonjour, this is for the little Lady at the Stardust lounge playing the slots last night. I’m the Kool Kat who spilled my drink all over your friend and then offered to have her dress dry-cleaned (I also told you that joke about Walter Payton and the Vienna Boy’s Choir).
Well, turns out, I’m a little short on money this month, so I ended up giving your friend a fake number. But, I was thinking…maybe we could go out sometime for a drink or a picnic.
Maybe just a walk (cash shortage still)?
Give me a call (weekends or nights, please).
Here’s the “real” one: (715)866-12–.
–Ronald
p.s. I don’t have to tell you not to tell your friend, do I?
For ALL the Ladies…
You know, Girls, the only thing better than being me, is doing me.
Philip Carthwright 707-314-55–
p.s. And the only thing better than doing me, is doing me twice.