To: Brian Peluso From: Robert Enslow Subject: Re: Favor?
Peluso - you know, the temptation is to rake you over the coals, since you're working with my bitch-ex's bitch-sister, but maybe I'm feeling philanthropic. Maybe not. However, you're still only living on a salary that doesn't add up to my weekly trial rates, aren't you?
To hell with it. It'll be like old times when you needed help with exams, except I don't smoke anymore, so I'll be taking gin as my per diem instead of cigarettes.
Add another favor to the list, give me the details, and tell me whether or not you want me to make her cry.
To: Robert Enslow From: Brian Peluso Subject: Re: Favor?
Thanks. This really means alot to me.
I had a sexual encounter with a psychotic social worker (and it turns out I was just being used as a free sperm bank). Almost a year and a half later she tells me I have a son. We work out an informal agreement. First I get him on Saturdays, then weekends, and just recently every other week. Then a few weeks ago I drop him off ten minutes late and she calls me up later and says because I had him in diapers and fed him fast food I can't see him anymore.
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From: Robert Enslow
Subject: Re: Favor?
Peluso - you know, the temptation is to rake you over the coals, since you're working with my bitch-ex's bitch-sister, but maybe I'm feeling philanthropic. Maybe not. However, you're still only living on a salary that doesn't add up to my weekly trial rates, aren't you?
To hell with it. It'll be like old times when you needed help with exams, except I don't smoke anymore, so I'll be taking gin as my per diem instead of cigarettes.
Add another favor to the list, give me the details, and tell me whether or not you want me to make her cry.
R. Ensl.
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"my bitch-ex's bitch sister" ftw.
I don't care that it would make Connie mad. It makes me lauuuuugh. I'm also kiiind of sleep deprived. Whee!
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From: Brian Peluso
Subject: Re: Favor?
Thanks. This really means alot to me.
I had a sexual encounter with a psychotic social worker (and it turns out I was just being used as a free sperm bank). Almost a year and a half later she tells me I have a son. We work out an informal agreement. First I get him on Saturdays, then weekends, and just recently every other week. Then a few weeks ago I drop him off ten minutes late and she calls me up later and says because I had him in diapers and fed him fast food I can't see him anymore.
Make her cry, please.
Brian
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