I Hate Billy Sugarfix So Very, Very Much
His voice sounded so earnest that I didn't think about what he was really saying. It didn't cross my mind that he was fucking with me and, in fact, was joking about eating poop. I was busy so I didn't return his call and finally sent him this email last night:
Sorry to not get back to you. I got your message, but then had to go to work. Those brown hot dogs sure do sound good and, in fact, I think Monday would be the perfect time to go out and eat those suckers if you are available (that is).