Jen, look at this!
He gets lizard magazines
Whole magazines dedicated to lizards
Like, for people who like lizards, I guess
Maybe has a bearded dragon or something?
That's a lizard, Jen
I was not being crass
A bearded dragon
Is a lizard
Ohhh, he only paid the minimum on that credit card
That's not smart
Not a good idea
You should always pay more than the minimum
Otherwise the interest kills you
I'd tell him that
But I don't know where he moved to
How does he know to pay his bills
If we're the ones getting his bills?
He must do it all online
Isn't the point of being able to do stuff online
That it saves paper?
Instead they send you paper
To confirm
That you did stuff online
Another lizard magazine
Isn't one lizard magazine enough?
Does the second lizard magazine offer something
That the first lizard magazine doesn't?
Can you believe that in this economy
Two magazines about lizards
Can both survive?
It's like I say, Jen
People have money
For what they want to have money for
That's always been my theory
Ohhh, another letter from Lisa
Jen, this is not your typical invasion of privacy
This guy, Lou, is not getting any of this mail
And since Lisa went to all the trouble
Of writing these letters
Somebody might as well read them
There's nothing dirty in them
She just keeps sending him
Lists of what she does everyday
She doesn't even ask
Why he's not returning her letters
No wonder he didn't give her his forwarding address
The woman sounds like a total bore
Listen to this one--
Hello Lou,
Today I got up. I made the bed. I ate breakfast. I went to work. I came home. I watched some television. I went to bed.
Hope you're well,
Lisa
People don't know how to correspond anymore, Jen
It's a dying art
Just for fun, I've started rewriting these letters
You know, spicing them up a little bit
That way, in case we ever get a forwarding address for Lou
We won't have to send along these boring letters
We can send along some juicy stuff
Jen, I'm doing Lisa a favor
She's never going to attract Lou
Talking like this
Lou is an interesting guy
A rebel of sorts
He has lizards
He just pays the minimum
He lives on the edge!
Remember when we took that Creative Writing class in college
And you used to try writing that romance fiction
That the teacher hated?
Remember how I used to take those stories
And punch them up for you
So they'd sound more believable?
I was always better at writing that stuff
Than you were
That's what I'm doing for Lisa here
I'm kind of like her Cyrano de What's-His-Face
With the nose
Hey, where have you been keeping all the letters
After I give them to you?
No, no, no
Don't go looking for them now
It's not like I need them
I was just curious
You know, it seems crazy
That a guy this wacky
Would even have a girl writing to him
Seems strange that we didn't start getting any of these letters
Until after the first few bills started coming in
Maybe she decided to take advantage of the fact
That somebody who could actually write love letters
Was getting the mail now
That, babe, is called--destiny
I recognize that
Because of my romantic--
You going to the post office again?
Geez, it's like you're there everyday
You're sending out more mail
Than this Lisa woman
You still plan on going to your mother's next week?
Nah, don't worry
I'll be fine on my own
You're the one who has trouble being alone
Me, I'll be just fine
And hey, if I need something to read
I got all these lizard magazines
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