Good Times.

So since the wedding and seeing old friends I've been thinking fondly of old times. Not that the times were actually good times but I like to think on them fondly and pretend they were good times. Also, another way to have good times is fondling. Fondling young fawns, for instance. At any rate, I was going through a box of good times, a veritable treasure chest of treasured memories and I found this hilarious yet incredibly offensive letter than my friend Sheila wrote to my friend Becky in a class they were taking together. Even though it is incredibly offensive and not terribly well written (poor grammar and some questionable spelling) I have decided to reproduce it here, in my blog. So consider yourself warned.

"Dear Becky,
Darling dearest one, how are you? Are you enjoying this fairly groovy math class? Despite the toothy tardy one it is great! In my opinion anyway. The teach is pretty cool for a monotone manzelle math maniac man. I thought that you would appreciate this fun, cutsie little notesie I write to you in honor of highschoolishness and stupidedness. This class is seeming so very elementary to my widdle biddle soul. I have my trouble with the classroom concentration time. What about you?
Well, I bess be on my way Bessie, the teacher is spying my notewritingness with an eye ready to take disciplanary action on my anus-hole. Bye Bye now.

P.S. You are a dirty whore cunt-rag. You have fag-breath you stupid fucking (racist epithet deleted)pig dog. Later I will fuck you painfully in your face-hole. You'd like that, wouldn't you? You disgust me you silly smelly slut.
heart Sheila."

I may post some additional notes and letters I found without the permission of the writers if the response to this one is not too bad.