I don't know how you managed to change Steve's cell phone number and block his emails but I know you are doing all you can to keep him from me. I mean you put him in rehab which is like jail because you claim he is addicted to sex. You know that is not true, I mean nobody who was addicted to sex would take so long to get it up. I mean it would be like a pot head who didn't like to smoke.
I can't believe that Steve doesn't want to see me or talk to me. We established such a close bond those three times we did it in the parking lot. I know he will never forget that night he had me wear the Mr. Met Head and give him Mr. Met Head!
SO THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!
You got him fired and you got me fired because of your big fat mouth. Well you better tell Steve that better call me soon or he is not gonna get anymore of my honeypot. I have a lot of people who are buzzing around. David Letterman wants me to apply to be an intern. And this rich old guy wants to go out with me now that Anna Nicole Smith is dead. The only thing is he is kinda weird, he wants me to wear Ted Williams head when I give him Ted Williams Head. But that kind of grosses me out because it has a can of tuna fish stuck to it. He says it's really Ted's Head though cause he got it from Stiener's sports memorabilia and it is certified and everything. You tell Steve he is all over me. Here we are on the Loser Cam at Fenway Park. He stays there all the time, I think he is a professional jock sniffer or something like that. Anyway you tell Steve that if he doesn't call by the weekend I will run away with this old geezer see if I don't!
By the way I hope your infection clears up. Sorry about that. I find Valtrex but you can go with Vaseline and oil of cloves if you want to be more old school.
Toodles,
Your Pal
Brooke Hundley
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