Dear
Rowan Atkinson,
I recently had this really weird dream.
I had found a snippet of a really interesting
book on
Google, but needed to see the rest of the
sentence where it had been cut off. So I went to the
Swiss chalet of the author, and found the book in his
basement, when I was
surprised there by his really hot daughter, who started
making out with me. The author himself found us in short order thereafter, and chased me from his house, across a
parking lot, and into a maze of
wire basket bridges connecting one
mountain top to another. I thought he would give up, but he just kept chasing, even as I was shouting praise for his book (and criticizing how stupid the page numbering system was -- I mean who numbers book pages with sets of
letters split down the middle and then rearranged to form new letters)?
Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for taking a break from your
underwater scuba magic show to help guide me through the mazes. And for pointing out that I could escape at any time by waking up.
Blessings,
Pandeism Fish