MADLIBS, V 2.0

DEAR SWEETHEART,

I LAY AWAKE ALL MILLENIA THINKING OF YOU, YOUR SHITTY SMILE, AND OUR TRYST IN THE TUNDRA. LOUDLY, I RECALL OUR MEETING, HOW MY HEART WIGGLED WITH HAPPINESS WHEN I FIRST SAW YOU. HOW FILTHY YOU LOOKED IN THAT PINK UNDERWEAR AND THOSE TWO FIRM BRASSIERES ON YOUR MOTHER'S BREASTS!

I CHERISHED EVERY MOMENT WE WERE TOGETHER AND WAS JIGGLY WHEN OUR DATE CAME TO A CLOSE. I CAN'T SAY HOW ANGRILY I REGRET SPILLING MENSES ON YOUR TUMMY; YOU WERE SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED ABOUT IT, HOWEVER, FOR WHICH I AM GRATEFUL. YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL WHEN YOU'RE SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED.

YOU'RE MOIST MOST OTHER TIMES. YOUR EYES ARE LIKE DEEP POOLS OF LAVA, WARMED IN THE MOONLIGHT. YOUR CHEEKS ARE AS ROSY AS ERECTIONS. YOUR LIPS ARE LIKE SUCCULENT CAKES. YOUR HAIR IS RUBY RED LIKE A PINK ELEPHANT ON A SUMMER'S DAY. YOUR ASSES ARE TWO EXTRA EXTRA LARGE ORBS OF LOVE.

I CAN'T WAIT TO GET DRUNK WITH YOU AGAIN. WRITE SOON.

CASTRATINGLY YOURS,

YOUR FRIEND