Sunday, March 1, 2009


Dear Fonzie,

 I'm going to sleep and I am thinking of you. I go up those outside stairs with you and into your apartment and you close the door.   You call me Shortie and ask me how I am and I say, Good.  You don't believe me, you press the theme, and I give in, yes, it has not been good.  You bring in this guy over here and the three of us hold each other until morning.

I hope I don't have nightmares.
I wonder if the Fonz has nightmares?  It would be nice if girl dinosaurs were mares.


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