Post by Damien Monroe on Feb 27, 2012 16:03:19 GMT -5
My dearest friend whose name is so similiar to a vegetable I detest but would eat any day if asked to for you,
We've been best buds for over seven years now. In both of our lives, I'd say that's an eternity. I know we've hit a rough patch these past few months with my unwillingness to forgive you for leaving me and running off with that tramp, but this is my official acceptance of your apology. I forgive you for your temporary insanity with that psychopath. I forgive you for not telling me you had come home. I forgive you for making me find out that you weren't, in fact, a tequila mirage that night in Nervosa.
With all that established, I have a very important question for you. Would you move in with me? I am awfully tired of spending all my nights in sleazy motels (not really, but just wanted to emphasize us living together). We could stay up late drinking or sharing stories of old times past while drinking. I could tell you how much I hate Liese (while drinking) while you defend her, making me facepalm out of frustration. We can have parties where we drink alot and buy a big couch to swim in ladies on. Also, we can buy one bed so we can sleep together every night after passing out from drinking so much.
So what'll it be darling? Would you move in with me? (I think Brixton Courts give a discount for roommates. That might be a lie but we might be able to work our devilish charm on the owner. Female OR male.)
Love,
Your Monroeho.
We've been best buds for over seven years now. In both of our lives, I'd say that's an eternity. I know we've hit a rough patch these past few months with my unwillingness to forgive you for leaving me and running off with that tramp, but this is my official acceptance of your apology. I forgive you for your temporary insanity with that psychopath. I forgive you for not telling me you had come home. I forgive you for making me find out that you weren't, in fact, a tequila mirage that night in Nervosa.
With all that established, I have a very important question for you. Would you move in with me? I am awfully tired of spending all my nights in sleazy motels (not really, but just wanted to emphasize us living together). We could stay up late drinking or sharing stories of old times past while drinking. I could tell you how much I hate Liese (while drinking) while you defend her, making me facepalm out of frustration. We can have parties where we drink alot and buy a big couch to swim in ladies on. Also, we can buy one bed so we can sleep together every night after passing out from drinking so much.
So what'll it be darling? Would you move in with me? (I think Brixton Courts give a discount for roommates. That might be a lie but we might be able to work our devilish charm on the owner. Female OR male.)
Love,
Your Monroeho.
