you can call me fu-fu

Dear Fishermen,

I didn't realize you were fishing under the lights that hang on the end of the pier behind the house. I mean, I know it's a pretty common occurrence and all, but shit...I don't live here. I'm not used to checking.

So, well, what I'm getting at in my roundabout way is, well...I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I walked past the window naked eating a tuna sandwich. The air conditioner is busted and tuna kicks ass!

Unless you liked it, that is. If you liked it then I don't apologize.

Miss Jackson if you're nasty,
Fu-Fu

August 17, 2001 | 12:36 a.m.

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