Wednesday, September 24, 2008

If There Is Ever an Old Dead Married Guy in Your Bed…

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.


Out-T.

4 comments:

Old House Junkie said...

Tobi, does your new-found love for WB mean the world might not end Friday? ohj

Tobi said...

ohj- I think that if we can survive until the market closes on Friday, then the coast is clear until Monday. My beloved Mr. Buffet may just inspire more private investment, which is exactly what should be happening now. IMO.

karey m. said...

i'm a big fan of the buffet.

also, i'm a big fan of piles of money.

Tobi said...

Karey- Oh, how I love him! My love for him remains unrequited, possibly because I SPELLED HIS FUCKING NAME WRONG! Can you believe that? There go my chances for a mention in the will!

Also, my declaration of unending devotion was poorly conceived. He is more likely to BE the dead guy than he is to FIND a dead guy!
Do you think Bill Gates would be more amenable to overlooking my frequent faux pas?