Mail Call!
M.F. -
No more Anya requires a party!
..in my hot tub. Yeeaaaah. I’ll bring the whip cream, you bring the chocolate.
Although, I gotta say — I do adore Deathlord. Any guy who sends his undead minions caroling for the pleasure of his citizens — especially in New Haven, of all friggin’ places — is my kinda guy. Even if he does drink goblets of newts.
-S
Dear Sin,
Goblets of newts? Barf.
As for your hot tub, I’m so there.
- Marc
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Franco,
Excuse me for saying so, but your column is a piece of crap. There is a word. It’s called slander. Get your facts straight before printing them or I’ll hunt you down and shove my foot right where the sun don’t shine.
Sincerely,
That Dean Guy
Dear Dean,
There’s a really easy solution for those of you that hate our column. Don’t read it.
As for your foot? Better men than you have tried, sir.
- Marc
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Heyas, Marc.
I thought I’d give you a little insight into my feelings for Psly, since I know you’re wondering why we’re together.
How do I love Pslyder, let me count the ways.
How do I love Psly? Let me count the ways.
I love him with all that I am and ever will be.
I love him with stars in my eyes, for he is heaven to me.
I love him gently for his sweet caress.
I love him passionately for the fire he brings to light.
I love him softly as he holds and protects me through the night.
I love him unconditionally for that is how he loves me.
I love him longingly when it is him I ache to see.
I love him utterly with no secrets I keep.
I love him hard and long and deep.
I love him humbly, for he holds my heart and soul.
I love him joyously, for he makes me whole.
I love him hungrily, for beneath his touch my body is like a slave.
I love him forever, always, even beyond the grave.
Jaycy
Dear Jaycy,
Mr. Franco is so upset that he can’t write this letter himself. He begs you to tell him that this is all a joke and that you haven’t gotten (in his words) “soft” or “sappy”.
- Intern Hot to Trot
Edited: January 24th, 2010