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Sometimes I watch Joan Halloway on MADMEN and pretend it’s you. Sometimes when I’m touching myself I pretend I’m Z Diggs and that you’re well, you. I mean, I’ve done that with all his babes, but none of them have been as fiery. Yes, it helps that your hair is the color of a fire-engine, and duh, it makes me wonder if the curtains match the drapes, but at the end of the day, I really only care if you like the same movies, music, books, and drugs (really just weed) as me.
The other night I was drunk and caressing your leg. Nair? How the eff do you do it? Please, tell us. Inquiring boys want to know.
What’s funny is that you check the blog daily. Just wanna say, “hey red, get in my bed.”
(And Z: if you’re reading, just kidding).
But in all seriousness, bitch you are so fly. Totally want to schtup you. Maybe even a little stand-up 69 to start your engine.

