This one time at band camp...

My Dearest Rubber Stamp Collector,

Why have you not responded to my love letter that I wrote for you?

Did it make you feel oh so sad and blue?

It makes no sense to me,

weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Why won't you answer me?

My dearest lover-bee!

I miss you scent.

Let's makeout.

Earlobe in your left venticle.

With all the love in the world,

Mr. Bigglesworth's testicle

Today, the llamas came across the ocean on one of the smallest boats I have ever seen... a sandwich plate

A Whale's Vagina

I fart in your general direction.

you're welcome

igloos

I'm chafing

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TnZhi5gaX8g

Wingwong, you had some problems with your cat? This should help.

Today I fell off of my bike and scraped my arm. Luckily my loving mother was there to bandage me up, carry me inside and make me cupcakes. I do love my mother. She is always there for me when I slip in the tub or when my backpack is caught in the closing school bus doors. This messages is for all the mother out there. You are the best and the world owes you all ice cream sandwiches.

A love letter to the Rubber Stamp Collector:

Dearest Rubber Stamp Collector... or Bob Fondoole-me as I like to call you,

I like the way you stare at me,

and when you are that bumble bee.

I like the way you sway in the river,

and how you pooped out a liver.

I hate it when you fondle cats,

and how you canoodle with fat rats.

I hate it when you cry like a little child who fell off the slide because they are dumb as shit,

and when you only wear an oven mit.

I love it when you place your stamps all over me,

it makes me feel really free and and I'm filled with glee.

Nipples in your bellybutton.

Do me,

Mr. Bigglesworth

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3W02pZGKvXM

you're welcome

with the most sincerest love and naughtiness,

Mr. Bigglesworth