Dear Al Gore,
While we're on the strain of granola-y letters, it is appropo to write you as well:
Neither of us is, in essence, a hippie, but we could be if we were living on a commune together - wearing Birkenstocks, eating organic, vegetarian meals grown in the community gardens, making tofu and hammocks for mainstream society during the day, and by night smoking a couple doobs and fingerpainting one another's bodies with biodegradable body paint dyed with plant pigment...especially the paint part.
Love,
Kymba
P.S. I'll bring the grass if you bring your sweet, socially-awkward ass.
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Dear Kym,
Keep your hands off my man. Al Gore doesn't want to be a smelly hippie, he wants to be a respectable hippie like me. We will frolic together in the halls of Congress, passing green legislation and fighting polluters! Also, we will wear nice clothing with pleasing Earth tones. Then, during our free time we will also go to various Renaissance Fairs. Yes, that will do nicely. In conclusion, the boy is mine.
Love,
David
Dear Unger,
He's already doing that. Maybe he'd like a change of pace... to Kym's sweet, sweet patchoulitang. (did I seriously just make that joke? good god.) anyway, you two can hummus-wrestle over him. annnnd go!
Dear Unger and Kate,
Best responses EVER.
Love,
Kymba
P.S. I am ALL about this hummus wrestling.
Dear Kym,
Please send this letter to him and post his response! I think he's obligated to send you a form letter or something.
Wuv,
AM
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