It Could Happen To You

Hello close, personal friends. Sorry I haven't posted lately, but I've been so busy with my true love Lena that I haven't had time to anything except make out all day and wash my sweet Hyundai Accent in the front yard. I wasn't one who believed in destiny and soul mates and whatever, but after I received an email sent on a wing and a prayer (-and also a computer, but that doesn't sound real romantic), I couldn't deny it any longer. I mean, check out it out for yourself:

True love isn't like other gay crap you're supposed to believe in. True love is real. And I mean real real, not "real" like people say God is real and then you pray for like, six months or whatever and then you still don't get a Nintendo Power Glove for Christmas and then when you ask your dad what's up he's like, "Don't you know the Nintendo Power Glove causes down syndrome? Ask your sister Jody." and I'm like, "Oh man, thanks dad. I just got my braces off, the last thing I need is a case of down syndrome." My dad always has my best interests at heart.

Liston