Dearest Lisalu,
I'm not sure who had more fun on your birthday. Me or you? Thanks for letting me kidnap you from work to sip Zebra Chocolate Milk at Starbucks, and for the hilarious monk-e-mail you shared with me at the office which then inspired me to sent you ill-humored monk-e-mails all day long containing childish bathroom humor and inside jokes from our High School days. Oh yes, and for gathering all of your best looking friends for a delicious dinner at The Yard House. Rub a dub dub, thanks for the grub. You should have another birthday this time next year. That would be fun.
Love your stinking guts,
Me!
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