Dear Rory Badori Honori,
I am a very pretentious Mexican, Russian, French, idiot who wears a fedora. I am writing to ask you to come to visit me at my mexican style fancy mansion in Little Russia, France. You can definitely not bring your fruity brother or your crackhead brother. But you should definitely bring your amazing, perfect, friend Breleigh. You can also not bring your stupid boyfriend, because he is busy gathering the secrets of the Straights for the Secret Society Of Gay Geese, or SSOGG.
I will send my private Jet piloted by the Russian Pilot named Dimitri, who dances like Tevye from Fiddler on the Roof.
If you don't come I will send the Russian Mafia, the Mexican Drug Cartel, and the French Guilltone Enthusiasts, to murder you and your future Czech Motherfucker.
Thank you,
Sir Alejandro Sergi Frederique
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The Story Of The Stupid
HumorA story I wrote about my friend, based on true events. A tale about a sad young woman reaching her full potential due to fate and a mysterious letter from a fascinating European man.
