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Toe, that's how much I literally laughed when you began to call the second person in the story a retard, too. OMG, that is hilarious. And sad. Sometimes I think I might be mildly retarded, but then I hear a story like that and I know I am not. Not even close.

Sorry I missed your b'day. Happiest to you, man. I wish I were there to see you get drunk, and perhaps join in. I have pretty low tolerance myself, so I would be there with you, pathetic and vomiting and possibly bursting my eyeball.

Things are good here. Insanely warm, like I'm inside the uterus of Spring here in the midwest.

I finished that big proj, so I am kicking back a little tonight. Going out with Hi C and C* and a guy from town to hear some music at a club in downtown D*b. That is, unless spring break has closed the place for the week.

I loved your story. It is so sad, but so hilariously told. Write some more man.

I have to go work now.
Retardedly yours,
E-word