Saturday, May 24, 2008

Dear Chris...

If you haven't read my previous post, go ahead and read it before you read this one. After posting, I received this comment:

Hey.. Chris here.

I know thangz didn't work out in high skool, but i think i would be up for it now. i have a sweet house...well a room upstairs that my parents let me call my bachelor pad. I have a sweet 1995 mitsubishi eclipse and have spinners and a 10in woofer. My muffler also makes make car sound really tough. I work part time at the cheesecake factory and i am making mad money. I am saving up to get the other side of my car painted.

I know you totally loved me in high skool, so now I am giving you the opportunity to life out your dream.

I've got your number and will call you tomorrow.

piece out!!

Chris (AKA - C Dog)

Dear C-Dog,

Thanks for writing back so quickly. It was good to hear from you. From the sound of thangz, I really missed out. Unfortunately, you moved away too soon for anything to happen and by the way, we knew each other in 8th grade, not high school. I was totally over you by then. Your "sweet pad" and your 13 year old half-painted car sound really awesome though. And your job...man...I wouldn't want you to blow your income on me. Go ahead and spend it on your slammin ride, sounds like she needs it more than I do. Thanks for the offer, but as you can see by the picture above, I got impatient waiting for you and went ahead and got married and had a baby. I'm sure you understand. It sounds like you spend a lot of time at the car repair shop, maybe you'll meet a nice girl there. Best wishes!

PEACE out,

Caroline (aka C-dog)

2 coins in my pocket:

Heather said...

Hey! So my History loving husband wants to know who your "U.S. House of Rep." uncle is:)

Mrs. Noonzie said...

Dear Mrs. M. Fared,

I couldn’t be more surprised if I woke up with my head sewn to the carpet when I saw your post to Chris. I just think you should know that he belongs to me. He has been my man for the last 13 years, and he will be mine for the next 13…plus or minus, depending on if the Cheesecake Factory benefits hold out. Oh, and while we’re on the subject, don’t knock the Cheesecake Factory. I get all the free cheesecake I want. What does your man bring home from work, dumdums from the teller window? Puh-LEASE. As for the Eclipse, it can hold Chris, me, our baby and our rottweiler just fine. And the best part is, a six-pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon slides under the front seat like buttah. I can see why you’re jealous, but you should probably take care of your own family, and go make some Hamburger Helper or something. I guess what I’m trying to say is, pop off.

Quite frankly,

Mrs. Noonzie