Dear Tequila,
Although Whiskey is my love & you and I do not agree on so many occasions, I want you to know that on this night (Halloween night to be precise) you have been far too good to me. You are quite the passionate lover it seems: Not only have you spent your time with me, but now you are spooning me. It’s very romantic. Despite the shmoozery in the previous lines, I have to confess… It’s over Tequila, we cannot continue our little tryst anymore. Also, you are such a conformist… I mean honestly, you dressed like a slut on Halloween. It doesn’t get much more conformist than that. Go far far away from me and never return harlot! Have a happy Halloween.
Your ex,
Dave
postscript: I’m sorry Whiskey… If you read this I want you to know that I am not going to go whore about anymore :[ I love you!
