The saddest thing ever.
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Hey [redacted]--
Hey little Boo, how your day. My doing fine. Well I need stop front and tell you the true. I really, really like you. I know I not your type, but something about you that I really like. I mean you Kool as White. You have beauty eye, and a sexy smile. I really like talking to you. I just want to tell. I know you don't have the same feeling. I might freak you out to hear. But I couldn't hide no more. So if you don't have a boy friend you not talking, how about we start talking, or me you hook up together. But you want a just to be friend then I understand. Well, that all I have to say. I talk to you later. By little Boo.
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2 comments:
Oh, man, I used to collect these from my students during math class—sometimes with grammar this bad. I hope Boo eventually gave the author a chance.
I would say from the fact that it was wadded up on the ground by the road that the unnamed author is quite alone.
I have a collection culled from years of working a college bookstore. People will stuff anything in a physics textbook. Anything.
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