nice one fre...
**the following is a letter excerpt from Flymans soon-to-be-released tell-all memoirs, titled;
Uncles, Arse Hair, Corncobs and Green: The Remarkable Life of a Chilled Roofie**
Quote:
It may come as no surprise to any of my fans that Uncle Phallus and I had a wild, velvet jammie style love affair... but what you probably don't know is, that i actually loved him, and for a while, he loved me back.
I wrote him a letter once. This is how it went.
dear old uncle phallus,
how i love thee.
you are my sunshine, my snow and my rain.
every morning, when i wake, i think of two things...
first, i think of how remarkably accidental is our existence, and how massive the universe is (which is usually the result of too much green-induced contemplation the night before)...
then i think about you and the pigs in the mud, like that time back in '73 when you bested 7 boars with no pants on, and still managed a naughty grin at the end.
but recently you've changed... both on the surface, and deep down.
you still listen to a lot of great music, but you've changed your name from Phallus; to Phil...
why?
and these days you seem too into the pigs, and that corn... oh my, the corn... why the corn?... why defile good food like that... all day??
i'll always be yours, if you'll have me, but you have to make a choice...
its the Pigs/Corncobs or me...
your adoring little pickle,
Fly
Phallus never replied. He broke my innocent canuck heart into three pieces.
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revealing to say the least.
and thats a pretty decent DOUBLE WHAMMO right there!!!