I came across this letter the other day that was in my documents. I seriously remember this letter. It was done back when Jory just came home from his mission. So that was May of 2006. And Jory knew this girl from California. A really nice girl I believe he met from EFY. So this is what boys do when they get home from a mission and they have his brother in law and his little brother and a mission companion they are up way way late like 1 am in the morning playing around and just getting reacquainted with each other. I think this letter is a hoot. I really don't know what she thought of it. But I wanted to share! And I did not edit the spelling at all. They boys never did so I left as is!!
hey jenn, just got back from swimming its like 1 in the morning. today was my, well yesterday was my homecoming talk. it was pretty awesome if you ask me. my mission buddy, lil bro., brother-in-law and me are just stayin up late talking and hangin out. I was just thinking about ya and wanted to give ya a little e-mailetje.
hey we're just gonna have some fun, so bare with us aight!!?
have you ever gone to the zoo with a spiked belt and tight red straps wandering around like a pregnant kangaroo carrying a big fat...never mind all that. down to business, your going to see me in the slap fest with a green thumb growing grass. what I was going to tell you was that there was this one time back when I ate the most rancid moldy sour cream that looked like it had been sitting in the cow pasterzation system that broke down a week ago. the moral of eating sour cream while sitting on the cow's hein end is you might want to retrace your birth certificate and find out if your nurse has polio disease that transferred to you. my sweet grandma has the funniest looking feet that rashed up when she walked thru that same sour cream and I cried that I would understand the true meaning of the cat and the dog that could end when he fights with his under wear tied to his legs. after that stupid incident I scratched my bum and then I smelled a bar which always smells like sandy pooh. have you ever had the same feeling of a sandy toilet on your bum? it always feels like paper rubbing on rough skin. in the last year I experienced the most horrifying accident in my sandbox. I found a piece of long hairy dog beef. itcame to me in my toes and felt just like some squishy cream that melts in the microwave oven at high temperatures. when I was going to my microwave, my nose could feel something very unique running down in the bottom part of my lip. you always start a fus over the enlarged substance in the bottom shelf which looks like a hot piece of squeege. aren't they going to the mall to find a long brown pair of shoes. the creature was in the bottom of my bed room closet when it attacked me at bed time. I frieked out of control but when I ran to my mom's house she snuggled next to me. if she could see me now I would prolly go running to the bottom of the stairs because I am not a fraid of my sister's pet when it runs to my toes I look like a girl that doesn't dress in drag. so if I could see you again it would go according to plan. lets jumnp out of my tree onto a pig under the sewage pipes...oh I forgopt to mention I love to pick up berries with mexicans. about the same time that uncle rico threw crumbs at my kruis. after I took my bicycle chain back to the vending machine, gum got stuck on to my shoe. help me rescue my poor frog that also has a rashed foot from moldy sour cream. what the frik are you going to do when I pee in my carpeted lavender bedroom? try to stop me because I now am really under estamating the size of my diarea puddle problem imagine if you swam in the puddle. take off your socks that smell like long b s. if you could take me home right after we make cookies, could you also plant some weeds. take with cherrries covered with rice particles that have many sorts of colors that shin like a rainbow. but all I can say is don't ever date a dirty mexican like jory but if you want no other burritos just make me a happy man sorry I totally should have said cat there. what more can I say it is a ride that never ends, but don't ever stop taking pills because who would notice you ever again. thanks for being unnoticed, buthhhh sorry I am totally retarded. finally I am making nonsense from 3 amigos that eat ice cream from pasterized sour milk. really I don't think you look at other midjets talking what!!! we micky and mouse club on the crack shack vanilla elephant trip. hopefully my dad will give us the permission to see rated Geeeee films. that’s the end of the story!
wow, ok that was from the boys, we played a game to make a story for you saying one word at a time one by one. each of us took turns and that’s what it turned out to be. I really hope it’s a little funny to you, cuz it hilarious to us. we got into that stage of tiredness where we were rolling around on the floor laughing at the stupidest things. read it noe word at a time and see how it all came together.
