Friday, February 15, 2008

A letter to Jesus. Or: Acts of the a-frosted.

Dear Jesus,

Hi. It's Dan. I don't ask you for a lot of things. I try to keep to myself. You're probably pretty busy. That said, I have one teenysmallrequest for you. Here it is.

Make it stop snowing. Right now. It is snowing very hard. This displeases me. This makes me think you don't like me very much.


Indubitably yours,

PS I still have your toothbrush.

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