Dear Thom,
I have just now finished a carefully phrased letter to M, henceforth to be referred to as MM, for purposes of convenience and future concealment when these letters are eventually published.
Again I am forced to depend on G for transportation to and from the dance. Wait until I win my Thunderbird.
Have you decided on you date for the Vinter Karnival yet? Also, have you received any letters from that drunken mob that was propositioning you over the phone?
I have been reading your copy of the "Dirtmouth" and it occurred to me that you should begin to carefully eye the "61s" on the staff, if you hope to prevent a similar "bloody coup" come next May. Don't forget you may be the night editor on duty who gets to speak the immortal words, "Gnarmmpht Selzerrnicque" as they carry you away.
In deference to you I am listening to "Gunsmoke". It does not sound especially interesting, but then again it's not too bad.
The dance is the night of the 24th. If all goes well, I may take her out on the 25th also; However, after my academy award winning phone call, I may be reading chess books or popping corn on the night of the 24th. "Gunsmoke" has ended with the usual volley of shots and demise of the villain. Dillon, cleverly using Chester to do all the dirty work, emerged unscathed, philosophizing all over the place.
I was caught yelling in the hallways and have to see the Rector. Aren't you sorry you didn't go to a pro-Christ school?
Bob
"Duetschland ueber alles"
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