Dearest Governor:
Well Hello there Governor Schwarzenegger!
Life has certainly been a whirly-gig of change.
This must be what life is like for you during an election year! Who whee!
As you are well aware, Governor, I have graduated from Truck Driving School. I wanted you to know that the school was great. The finest education money could buy. I learned all about trucks, and truck driving, Governor Schwarzenegger. May I call you Governor Schwarzenegger?
Driving a truck has begun making me a wealthy man. Yes, sir! Can you believe it? Truck driving? There is a lot of money in that business.
Hey? You never did get back to me. I must tell you that that kind of hurt. Now that I have money coming out my ass, and I’m laughing my balls off every day, I almost feel like I could ignore you, and not feel too bad about it! But hell, you know I wouldn’t do that. No, Sir !
I’m working out of Texas now, Governor, Sir, where I’ve learned to say “britches” instead of pants, and without laughing all that much about it when I do say it.
Well, Sir, of course a fond hello to your lovely wife. She ain’t hispanic, but hell I’d do her. Furthermore, I’d get that bitch outt’a her britches, and make her dance like a cockroach on a hot skillet, such as a fine woman like her deserves! Yes, Sir!
Whoops! More Texas coming through! I just love it here in Texas!
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Okay for now,
Father Luke
