Thursday, November 29, 2007

Letter Number Six.

Dear Hippie Deodorant,

You have the perfect chemical composition to magnificently neutralize my body odor at the beginning of the day and the perfect chemical composition to malevolently magnify it at the end of the day.

What up with that?

Love,
Kymba

P.S. I smell bad.
P.P.S. Patchouli.
P.P.P.S. Gesundheit.

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