Letters dedicated to Pat, the crazy-ass building manager of my apartment

Monday, April 5, 2010

Sky Rockets In Flight?

"Gonna find my baby gonna hold her tight, gonna grab some afternoon delight"

Dear Pat,

Today I saw an elderly chap walking up to the 4th floor (where you live) holding a single red rose. Did you have a gentleman caller you naughty little scoundrel?

Nothing wrong, with a little afternoon delight Pat, nothing at all. Especially when he has the twinkling blue eyes of Frank Sinatra and the body of a young Clark Gable. Use protection.


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