"I'm drunk and I think it would be a wonderfull idea to see how many words I can construe using only the letters of your name. A L L I E. Go.
A. ALL. LIE. LEI. SHIT. THAT'S NOT VERY MANY. MAYBE I SHOULD MAKE A POEM OUT OF THOSE WORDS? WHY IS CAPS LOCK STILL ON?
It was ALL A LIE if you can't get LEI'D. SHIT, THAT'S NOT REALLY A POEM IS IT?
Oh well, that's what you get. You're welcome.
Ps. I am not a parapalegic."
This is why I love you guys. I have such a random-email-filled, wonderful life.
Nikole's drunken email also reminded me that I promised to post a video from that one time when I got impulse-drunk off of a bottle of cheap wine from Safeway and then went on an adventure on the bike path and wrote an angry letter to the Crap Blog Detective in which I called him a "douche bad." If you want, I can post more footage of that night, but I think this short clip sums it up pretty well.
P.S. I'm totally going to get drunk with Nikole someday.