chico

Dear Chico,

I know it's tempting to roam over onto Mr. Sanford's property during the course of whatever it is you do all day. I mean, the grass is always greener and all that shit, right?

But seriously, you scare him half to death. He's getting on in his age and you almost nearly gave him a heart-attack the last time he walked into his living room and saw you eating his guacamole.

That shit ain't cool, Chico.

Five across yo' lips,
Fu-Fu

July 30, 2001 | 8:54 p.m.

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