Scott, ARealGirl, Mickey and Minny all think you are the shit. Do you hear me? The shit!
We can't wait to hang out with you in May. Well, Scott and ARealGirl can't, Minny will probably be pulling Mickey's head out of the toilet. Mr. Mouse has been on a few benders lately, getting into the Tuaca, throwing up blood, that sort of thing. We keep telling her to leave his drunk ass, that she's still a hot piece of mouse ass and should get with that Donald fella, but she stands by her beau.
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