This guy is deadly. And now we correspond! [Reality check: one email does not a correspondence make.]
Thank you for the European perspective. If you play your cards right, maybe you could be my European correspondent in the field.
Oh wait, my blog is about jerking off, getting drunk, and overeating. So I guess I don't really need a European correspondent. But if I did, you'd be the one!
Yes, the election was not a good time. Fortunately, there is weed, so I'm going to make it.
Thank you for the email and making me blush.
Did you notice his outrageously blatant yearning for me?! I mean, you have to read between the lines a bit, but when you do...steamy! He practically declares it: Lucy, I love and adore you, you divine Irish colleen you, I want to have your babies.
Then again, a man with such unshakable faith in the advances of science is a real turn-off. I like my men to be like the Comic Book Guy off the Simpsons: tortured, pessimistic and bitingly sarcastic. Maybe with non-yellow skin and five fingers on each hand, though. Alas, for my exacting standards!