What the Heck Was I Thinking?

Actual Messages I Wrote, Forgot, Then Found While Cleaning Out My Email Folders

10/31/08

I am not on Facebook that I remember, so I can't invite either of you to be my "friend." You do, of course, have open invitations to be my "yard boy." There's a rake behind the shed.

03/05/05

Here's my address for our postmaster and her toothless, inbred brood -- and mutt, Fifi Joe:

Mike Durrett
[Address withheld]

We're in the market for new cell phones, too. We're looking for one that plays "Mike Stokey's Pantomime Quiz."

Thank you and have a Dippity Doo night.

10/08/08

Thanks.

You know, I was raised by wolves with wax lips.