| I hope this letter finds you. Mom made cocktail weenies for dinner again. Yuck! She said I couldn't go play Space Black 11 until I'd cleaned my plate, so I had to choke it down. When I grow up I'm just gonna eat Hard Sweet Goldthwaits for every meal! Me and Frankie and Matty are building this awesome fort out in the woods. We just found a whole buttload of splintery wooden pallets, so we're going to use that to make it super-killer. |