well miss kate, it looks as if i have been tricked... i opened your email because of your superfantasic subject line making me think that you may have come across several possible pieces of information: **issac brock has a pussy** (literally) you and issac just happen to have the same gyno... and your favourite cave explorer saw the MM button on yer bag and decided to let you in on some of his fab patients... "you know who comes here kate? issac brock... he's got one hairy pussy for a guy... stanky at that too... and oh, conveinent parking is about how loose he is..." **issac brock has a pussy** (emo style) we all know that emo boys have a vagina beating deep in their hearts... you see the sweaters, you see the tight dark jeans, you see the new balances, you see the balck rimmed glasses... and if you were wearing ultra x-ray glasses, you'd see the madd crazy box beating inside his heart... so you know some one who saw issac on the street and they saw them with the sweater, the dark jeans, the new balances, the dark glasses and (*gasp*) the emo/sassy gay boy lunch pail... this spotting is as important as spotting the ever illusive yeti... who knew that indie, holes in my shirt, issac brock liked the comfort of running shoes and the convienence of a roomy lunch box to carry around his wares. **issac brock has a pussy** (animal style) you're crazy and you stole his cat... damn crazy cat ladies, fuckin up docter brocker's shit. **issac brock has a pussy** the night you moved into yer parent's house you got a liitle tipsy and wandered into a random bed... maybe you were kinda lonely and you went looking for some of the crazy sausage... but oh no missy, you found out that not only does your mom look like issac when yer wasted, but that issac kicks it womb style... and "issac" doesn't like to snuggle afterwards. but no, i was deceived... kate led me to believe that something good was going to come from reading that piece... but no, i just know that you've got stickers to deface binders and composition books and lockers with... *humph* i think i could sue you for something miss mercicrap... you'll be hearing from my lawyer, aka mista brick through yer window. *kiss kiss* sugar hips. love and wafffle cookies chased with a heaping helping of homewerk, leigh
