Dear Friend's Older Brother,

No I don't want to go to Paris with you. No, not even if you pay for the train ticket

No I don't want to hang out with you when you are in town this weekend. the thought makes me want to vomit.

You are a toolbox and I only made out with you a YEAR ago because I had consumed an entire bath tub of tequila. I would have made out with the lamp by then if it had showed interest. I've tried to put that nauseating experience behind me. I wish you would do the same.

Which part of "never talk to me again" didn't you understand?


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Dear Shameless' Friend's Older Brother,

I advise you to invest in a case of tequila and a lampshade hat.

Your pal,