Reply To Olga
Hello my petite chapeau!
You sent me a lovely photos of you with a big horkin soda. I love
soda and it is
such a coincidence that you have included a photo of you with a soda
as big as your head!
(not actually as big as your head. your head is not as thin and does
not have a straw, though that would be convenient for a zombie. (i
make a joke (not a good one) ) )
You aksed about my interests! You naughty child, you will now get,
as they say here "an earful", ass I do love talking about my hobbies.
I may have mentioned, my success in the stock market a few years
ago, in addition to the hefty life insurance settlement from my
departed wife's death last year (exploded colon, remember?), has
left me with ampule time to persue my dream: Becoming a world class
archer.
(archery is what we do with bows and arrows... like cupid! the
little imp of love!)
I also love playing golf, but I am more of an archer than a golfer.
I've included a photo of me with my zen archery guide and houseboy,
Kwan, as I train for a tournament here in Florida USA: Seat of the
Infidels!

I've also included a photo of my best friend, Terrence "Hopalong"
Provenza, playing golf. Terrence, you may have noticed, lost his
leg. (More about this later, if you're at all interested. I find
the tale, which involved a kiln and a lady of the evening from
Bangkok, a bit sordid, but you may enjoy these things (wink, wink,
wink).)

In addition to archery and golf, I think I have mentioned my main
love: My cats: Mister Snickers and JoJo the Dancing Clown.
They are my two best fiends in the world and took care of my heart
and scrotum when I learned of my wife's tragic departure.
I do miss her... You bare a striking resemblance to her when she
was younger. Of course, I would never be so presumptuous (a big
word for your sister, eh?) as to place any interest on your part
onan old man like me. I'm 54 and hope to retire with on one of my
properties here in Florida soon, though I do have some condominiums
in Northern California and Texas, ass well.
You mentioned marriage. Gee willickers. After seeing your photo, that
would be something. I'm enclosing a photo of myself. It is from when my
favorite feline, Mister Snickers, and I won top prize in a cat show!
As I mentioned, I have two cats, Mister Snickers and JoJo The Dancing
Clown. Mister Snickers is something of a show-off and she (yes, "she",
do not ask at this juncture why he is named as a she. It has to do
with my relationship with my mother).
You may be able to make out the reflection of my lovely, departed
bride, Bernesta.
This is the last photo of her, as it were.

I have digressed: I am so lonely here in Florida with just me and the cats and
Kwan, that a new bride would be lovely. The difficulty here in the United
States for me is that most of the women I meat are purely interested in my
money. I know that I am not the most attractive man and could stand to
lose a few pounds (or kilograms or stone), but I am a tender and attentive
lover and an all around good egg.
Hoping all is swell with you, lovely one.
(there! i've come out and said it! YOU'RE LOVELY! please forgive!)
yours vicefully,
Robert Betrug



