Dear Professor:

As if. Wow, it's Leanne Leanne Leanne, all of a sudden. Wow, what an original concept! Strike the heart. I'd do the same, but it's hard to attack erudite thesis statements and footnotes. Oh, and I noticed that you FINALLY decided to follow in my footsteps and use clever labels. And it only took you months.

You suck .Sorry, but it's true. Even your wife thinks so. She just stays with you for the sweet sweet American visa.

What I'll grant it that your tamale video was good. I think you're finally starting to understand showmanship, instead of just ejaculating your poorly-formed slights onto the screen. Congrats.

But seriously, did you SEE those leaves?

It's getting to the point where I'm having trouble deciding how exactly to make you feel bad about your station in life and how inferior it is to mine. Waterfalls, mountains, fried noodles, fresh fish, beer Laos, the list goes on.

So I've gone with leaves. Big freaking leaves. Peace out.

Garbage Bags. Lots and Lots of Garbage Bags.

Geez, Danny what did you ever say to her about garbage bags. I never understood why you couldn't just let Leanne live her life without worrying about running out of them. Do you see now the path of destruction and deep emotional scars on peoples lives that you've left behind in your wake of "me me me." This should give you pause for self-examination.



It must make you very sad to hear Leanne say that she's glad you're not here. Me? Whatever. Leanne? Ohhh, I feel a little bad for you.

Hot Tamales!

Dear Hopelessman,

Here is a special little moment from a tamale making party. Don't worry, we sent you some in the mail. Have they arrived?

A Reality Check

That's right. My photo speaks for itself. For the record, that's not even my swimming hole. It's just my bathroom.

Oh, and Naoko, I'm shocked and dismayed that you would enter this blogular battle. I mean, we both know that the only thing good and true in Jeff's life right now is you (awwww)

Leanne. Three of the notes you sung were flat in that previous post. And it sounded like you got punched in the &*^&%%*^&.

So to all of you, glad you're not here and all that.

I'm gonna get some sticky rice.

Barton Springs Can Suck It

Barton Springs sucks, Jeff.

There, I said it. It's not that we didn't have any good times there, but after seeing Kuang Si Waterfall pools, Barton Springs looks it was filled by a puking undergrad desperately seeking acceptance. 

You got your wife to fight your battle, then my girl.

Gloves are off, jerk.

Hope you have bed bugs.

A Message from Leanne

This is actually kinda sweet. Only Leanne...

A Message from Naoko