In response to a recent posting about festering venereal diseases and The HIV on a mattress upon which I slept in a hotel room in Lima, Ohio, KLH sent me this:
"And I will come to your funeral when you die of VD/chlamydia/the HIV."
Thanks, KLH (who, by the way, became Mrs. KLH-P this weekend).
(And no, I won't tell you what KLH-P stands for. But let's make up acronyms, shall we? Kills Little Harmless-Puppies. Kicks Loose Horses (and) Ponies. Kelloggs Love Her-Probably).
(That was fun).