so, once a month or so i mail my boyfriend a manila envelope containing a packet of my shorn pubic hairs.Brillliant.
i mailed them to you by mistake. i am sorry. it is so easy to misprint a number on an envelope.
you didn't need to mail them back to me with such a threatening note. i assume you are a guy, but i couldn't really tell because the point of the pen had been stabbed through the paper and through most of the one or two words you wrote in response.
this is a tough city. things happen.
hey, so you get a mysterious envelope in the mail some evening, and an ashtray's worth of fire-ant red pubic hairs falls out on your shoes. deal.
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posted by datacenter refugee at 9:37 AM on May 7, 2008