Email to Kyle

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To: [He With No Hook Shot]
From: [Master of the Half Court Jumper}
Subject: Saving your fuzzy butt from further embarassment...

...by subjecting you to more embarassment. I'm going to save you from arguing with Tommy, and you're going to save me from having to introduce Jennie to my parents. Meet you downstairs in five, we're going to shoot some hoops until dinner.

By the way, how tall IS your dad? Jeez, does Montana just breed giants?

JHF

Email to Forge

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To: [8 Rules For Dating My Teenage Son]
From: [How I Met Your Mother]

So, I got caught by your mother in the hallway. Who interrogated me thoroughly. I wouldn't be surprised if lazers came out of her eyes.

"You didn't do anything innapropriate, did you?" my foot. I think she thought I was some sort of crazy vixen out to seduce you.

Though, wearing the holey butt jeans probably didn''t help....

-Jennie

E-mail to Lorna

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To: {unparallelled mistress of the kitchen}
From: {minion guy}
Subject: Help!

Okay. Just giving you, y'know, lots of warning. Kitty and I have our anniversary in a couple weeks, and her birthday the next day, and I need a Picnic Lunch. And I'm not talking just any picnic lunch. I'm talking about something mythic. Legendary. Something that ants gather together on cold nights and speak of in hushed whispers. A Picnic Lunch so incredible that even Yogi Bear, if he saw it, would simply look reverently at it . . . and pass on by. A Picnic Lunch, indeed, with capital letters.

Because the, er, the thing is, I want this anniversary to be really, really special. Because I'm kinda . . . proposing. To Kitty. (Marriage.) So I want the actual day to be really special. Which, um, I said, didn't I.

Help?

Email to Lorna

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To: [Dane, Lorna]
From: [Haller, David]
Subject: Um . . .


. . . can you breathe okay in there?

email to Lorna

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To: [Kitchen Goddess]
From: [the kitten]
Subject: OMG please?!?

Ok, so my birthday is the 16th and I kind of have this plan you see, cause I'll be eighteen then and that means... well, ok, but, regardless. It's my birthday, I have a plan. Part of which is that I want to surprise Jamie with breakfast in bed, but I want it to be a good breakfast, and while I do pancakes just fine, I'm no where in your league, and I was wondering if you'd do me this teeny tiny little favor please please please please please?

-Kit

p.s. Yes, I am crazy. This is not news.

p.p.s. Please?!?