Pickles, I’m taking you out of my 5!


[Ok, let me clear up this post. I have an old email address with a name that is spelled with 1’s and 0’s instead of i’s and o’s (cuz I’m a hax0r!). I rarely check it; it’s my ‘throwaway’ one for signing up for newsletters and stuff like that. I received this email in that inbox today. I am assuming it was meant for someone with a similiar email address to mine, probably spelled with an ‘i’ or an ‘o’ in place of one of the ones or zeroes. Hope this helps – Eric]

Date: Thu 23 Aug 2007 18:45:28 +0000
To: “pickles” <my old email address I barely check>
From: <name deleted>
Subject: Pickles, I’m taking you out of my 5

Listen up Bro.

Thats it. Your out. I’ve had it.

We talked about renting that house on the lake for 2 years now. We had everybody in on it. Even Bonesy. The deposit has been cashed. Theres no going back.

Then suddenly Kristin decides she doesn’t want you getting drunk with youre moron friends (us) and now you can’t go?


Are you seirous, bro?

Look me in the eye and tell me that any bitch is worth this.

Take a bible and swear to me that you think its cool for a girl to tell you who you can and cant hang out with.

Don’t get me wrong, we’re all happy your in love and all that gay shit, but theres a limit.

Apparently “love” means never being able to speak your mind and stick up for yourself. And letting some chick you’ve known like six months come in and change your whole life. Or I guess those throw pillows were your idea?

Give me a fucking break, you pussy.

You make all of us sick with your stupid baby talk and pet names and eskomo kisses. You don’t think we know youre fucking lying when you tell us your tired at 10:30? You don’t think we know youre sneaking off to go watch mada bout you or whatever 50 year old married couples do?

But we didn’t complain. Not to your face, anyway. We even pretended to like that bitch and not be pissed off when you brought her every where only so she could start whining and tell you that you had to leave just when things started getting good.

Thats all I’m saying, bro. Be honest. Don’t fucking lie to me. Don’t tell me youre sick of strip clubs and you like white wine better now. Nobody actually likes that shit. They just say that to sound smart and whatnot.

Goddamit, Im not gonna fucking cry about this!

I hate you! I hate that you can do this to me! That you have this power over me!

I love you, man. I know Im not supposed to say anything over email, but I don’t care. I love our time alone together. When its just you and me under the covers. Nothing else matters!

Look, Im sorry, just give me a call, OK? Im not really going to take you out of my five, so don’t sweat it. Just call me any time, I’ll be up.





  1. OMG! Andy???

    If you are out there I’m sorry too! I don’t even like poonan, I’m only dating her so that my old man will keep paying my rent. I miss you, I miss your scent.

  2. Eric, why do you use a throwaway e-mail address that you rarely ever check to sign up for newsletters? You must be one of those weird fetishists who gets off on signing up for newsletters that you are never going to read. It sounds like that episode of the Simpsons where Principal Skinner’s mother collects pictures of cakes, but she doesn’t care for actual cake because it’s too sweet. Anyhoo, I just wanted to point out how your weird, sick thing makes me uncomfortable. Have a good one!

  3. Eric, I give less than a shit about Andy and Pickles forbidden love, I just came here to let you know something.

    Bob and David don’t like your website anymore!!! I’m sure they still like you(probably not) though. Keep your chin up bro, my respect and admiration is all you need.

  4. I go away for a few days, and look what happens. I could tolerate Andy and all of his homoraderie, but he HAD to bring Whatnot into it. That is bullshit. Not only are they fine musicians, they are fine vintners as well. I am, as we speak, enjoying a fne glass of their freshest sauvignon blanc, which is deelish.

    As for the atrocities now occurring at bobanddavid.com, I can only say:

    The Bob, The Bob, why hast thou forsaken me?

  5. Because of Bob and David’s cruelty, you’re probably going to have to have another heart surgery….but this time, it’s to repair the broken bits from when BOOB and DANNY stomped all over it. Be brave, dear Eric….your rainbow shall shine again.

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