A letter to me from my childhood.

Dear Chop,

I herd you wer a bomb now. I had two ask mum what a bomb was. She sed a bomb dident do anything. She sed a bomb just stayd in the hows doing nothing and eats whats in the fridj.

Why are yu a bomb, chop? i thoT yu was a veternaryan now or a artiST.

plees buy mum the brASs bed you promisd. She weel be hapy! You prOmised that wheN yu grAduate from Colij, yoU wiLL by HEr that. I dont no what colij iS, but I no when yu ar old yu finisH it all ready.

I learned tO drAw batman todaY buT his Feet look Funy. I loVe yu Chop!

From CHop!

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~ by kinchoporgy on November 5, 2008.

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