Dear Warren Buffett,
Have I told you lately that I love you? Have I told you there’s no one else above you? You fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness, ease my troubles that’s what you-- doooowoo. You make me sing Warren, seriously. Your multi-billion dollar vote of confidence for free enterprise warms the cockles of my heart. I do not care what your motives are. I hope you make another bazillion dollars. I will tell you what I tell BFSK S.(best friend since kindergarten)…
“If for some reason you find yourself with an old, dead, married guy in your bed? If you are not sure what to do with him? I want you to know that you can call me”.
I would help you put pants on a dead guy.
The guy part does not really apply to you, but you know what I am trying to say. Right?
I love you Warren Buffett. I love Nebraska.