Mér barst tölvupóstur. Tölvupóstur sem náði að græta mig. Ég er bara svo rosalega mjúkur að mér reynist ómögulegt að neita þessari bón. Það er bara eitthvað svo sætt við þetta. Dæmið samt um það sjálf:
Dear kind sir mr. tobbalicious
We are the unfortunate children of the Phumi Swai orphanage of Battambang city. Our lives are and have not been the best. Food is not something we enjoy daily and since toys are very few in our country we are sometimes forced to use old landmines to play football. About a year ago our good friend, philanthrophist and all around good guy The honourary mister sir Chamroeun Sopheap gave us a computer so we could enjoy the wonders of the world through the "interweb". On our many interesting journeys on this marvelous web we stumbled upon your most funny and informative website. Now every morning after our breakfast, if we have breakfast that is, our good caretaker The Honourary Miss Sir Sok Keokalyan reads to us one of your many wonderful tales. You are very funny. We don´t have a lot to laugh about these days, especially after that cold-hearted bitch Angelina Jolie left us to rot to persue her career in acting!
Please mister tobbalicious don´t stop writing your stories. Although we do not understand your language nor are we sure that miss Keokalyan´s pronunciation is correct, we are laughing all the time! Ha ha ha! Which is much better than crying like we do most of the time.
With kind regards,
Narvaratt, Soth, Tevy and Kalliyan
Hvernig get ég sagt nei? Það er bara ekki hægt. Sérstaklega ekki eftir að þau sendu mér mynd.
Svo ég er hættur við að hætta. Get hvort sem er ekki staðið við nokkuð. Svört sál í fallegum líkama er setning sem ég hef oft heyrt sagða um sjálfan mig. Eða var það glæsilegum? Man það ekki.
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