Friday, September 23, 2005

Letter to Bob

I'm naming Aerodynamics after my old construction foreman, Bob, so that I have a more effective way of hating it.

Bob,
I renounce any type of friendship with you. I am spitting blood because of you, Bob. You evil bastard. You should be ashamed of your behavior, Robert. I can't understand you, and you continue to kick me in the teeth. In fact, you might kill me at your pace. Hey, Robert is like Richard, and Dick is short for that name, so your last name is Dick. Robert Dick, I hate you. Knowlege is great, but you think far too highly of yourself. There is no need for you to bring calculus into the picture. Even at your most basic level, you are an evil man-doer. I hope you rot to death....slowly at that. Sincerely,

Drew

2 comments:

Jess said...

i am so lost right now, but really don't blame yourself... it's me, i'm so tired i can't even see straight.... i really must find my bed...

-coach

Drew said...

haha...you need to sleep more. of course, i can't say much, i sleep at best 5 hours a night.