skaragovorka‏   

 James,

You've been asking me lately why I can't make up our mind about you. 
We'll 
i've been sallowing in a little tongue-twister (which is the title of 
this 
email, in case you were curious about that russo-slavik 5-syllabled,
 highly 
inflated word).

My story begins with yours. I asked what you wanted of ME and the 
reply 
went something like this:

I would want a wonderous wife
in beautiful, enchanting Bartlesville, China
who feebly feeds our infatuated children and dog
with heroin milk, while I wilily sell vehicles
and suck shri-lankan she-boys on the side.

Or am I missing something? I think YOU're the one confused. So, fuck 
your 
good morning beautiful.

O