Dear Richie,
I can't marry you anymore. Knock this shit off, or we won't be able to be friends, either. Especially if you miss the concert I've waited 22 years for. Get help. Be healthy.
Love,
Me
Posted by Jenelle at March 26, 2008 03:01 PM | TrackBackWith his kids in the car, really classy.
Posted by: pete at March 27, 2008 07:47 PM