what the fuck, young lady? you so openly provide your email to thee to, then, withhold reply to my utterly charming memo. wasn't it? do you think i might be crazy, with the uncalled-for beard and aloof smoking posture? if i may say so, i am not crazy. me saying.
regardless, i thought to seek a little content to the form. genuinely curious as to what you're writing. if not, a piece of humanitarian advice: humor the next one you spell it out for and CONTRIVE the email address. therefore, you'll be immune from any of these self-pleasuring second email diatribes.
any which way, good morning. north america couldn't be more beautiful, today.