Horf Swiss

12 Aug

Dear Whoever Found My Blog By Searching For The Term ‘Horf Swiss’,

Friendly soul, I do not know who you are.  I do not know where you come from, or your face, or the things you think about before you fall asleep.  I do not know how well you treat your mother.  I do not know how much ketchup you put on your fries, or whether you volunteer, or whether you’ve ever been kissed.  I don’t even know your name.

I do know that I would probably marry you, based entirely on the awesomeness of your internet searches.

Yours forever,



Posted by on August 12, 2009 in Letters


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3 responses to “Horf Swiss

  1. Lauren From Texas

    August 12, 2009 at 6:48 pm

    ha. ha. ha.

  2. Vanessa

    August 12, 2009 at 10:55 pm

    Can I ask what Horf Swiss is? Or what YOU think it is? It gives me a terrible image of someone puking up Swiss cheese (I’m not a fan of Swiss, so I wouldn’t blame the horfer), but maybe you think of something less… ew.

  3. Kitty

    August 13, 2009 at 3:26 am

    hehe…. Some how that doesn’t surprise me.


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