Friday, March 11, 2005

Dear Tang

I was wrong. I said you were repulsive but now after hearing your intense life story I think you are special as can be. Can be is quite special so hats off to you. I am wishing you luck in finding a new job. I hope you can find one that will be satisfying to you. In the meantime, I am willing to wax and bind you, but I am not ready to replace Beth at this time, if that is what you are wanting. I cannot, however, speak for the future. The future is a time when things may change and who knows, maybe Mountain Man and Tang can find true communion. I think you are GRAND!!!! Cheers to you. Tang is a good name. One that conjures images of spacemen which are near and dear to my heart. Thanks for sharing. I hope for your sake that you have a nice ass.

6 comments:

Alec said...

I don't like that post. I feel it is unfair treatment. Why does Tang deserve this kind of attention? I have had a hard time too. I am tired after staying out too late drinking the liquor. Now I am fuzzed. Later it's time for more liquor and more fuzz. Don't I deserve a post?

mountain man said...

alec, you are a fool.

Frail Old Man said...

I am dying. I eat worms mostly. I don't expect much from people, I don't expect a post, for instance. I am subsisting.

Bucket said...

I don't expect a post either. Alec is unreasonable. He is like a goat, I bet.

Goat Protector said...

Mountain Man, are you still wanting to attach those goat legs? I may know of someone who can help you. He advertises on the subway. He charges a hefty fee but it seems worth it.

tang said...

Dearest Mountain Man,
Thanks for hearing me. It is really difficult to meet new and truly interesting people in this city. Surprising, since this city is supposed to be teeming with them. I find most people self-obsessed, but boring. Self-obsession is not bad on its own, but couple that with the sheepish nature of most of the inferior intellects and suburban transplants and I find myself pining for the days of Guatemalan junkers and the Longshoreman's Thai tying contests. Oh, how those rope games got me going.
So, sure, you can bind and wax me. I told you I have the cleanest whistle in town, and it is best blown bare. If this must be done with that wench Beth around, then so be it; I am open.....and optimistic.

By the way, my ass is amazing and its yours.