That is not a Letter
Dear Mom,
First of all, I would like you to know that I am no longer too ugly to be an accredited prostitute. That was the good part of the story, though. For the second, sad part of the story, I will lead the way before you enter the machinery monastery. Please do not be sorry for that because you still know (if you did not forget what I had made you eat before the sixth Jamaican) that I am the only pure lover of the God that created the massive sense of mysterious sadness and the love of mutant zoo.
Your loving Sundae
P.S. Never hesitate to suck them both! Don’t forget, one is never enough and three is too much.
