Dear corn mo:
I had a question about sunburn, but then I saw the pie question and I remembered a dream about some pie I had last nite and this is the first time I ever came to the website and now I know it must be fate and I should consider my moral standing on pie much closer from here on out. It's going to be rough, but with your support I imagine I'll be able to digest various outskirts of flakey crust, softened fruits from exotic climes topped with cinammon specks, like freckles on pie faces.

I would like to try some Cinnapie soon. Order probably 10 different boxes of Cinnapie, maybe and make a fort of Cinnapie boxes and dream of glorious pie all over the air in my helmet of close knit dreaming. Do you eat the Cinnapie? Do you eat the big pie I've been dreaming about all nite when I drink so much milk and eat chunks of raw hamburger to induce odd dreams of wicked pie and shit like that? You got some Cinnapie Corn Mo? You got it all don't you?

Bobcat

Dear Virgil:
I sometimes feel I have it all and sometimes I feel I don't have shit. I'm very lucky even though I don't have Cinnapie. I've been drinkin' lots of blood lately and some cinnapie would give it something to push along down my throat. I know people who won't eat milk and hamburger at the same time. Bloody burger, crusty pie, and a gallon of milk: all consumed within 15 minutes. That's why they call me the Wingador Too. I can eat 50 hot wings in 10 minutes and the unholy tryptic snackwich in 15. Cut that shit in half, Virgil, and you'll have a nice dinner that will still give you want for sweet Cinnapie.

love,
Mercury 7