my inbox, it weeps.

"Maybe X, X and myself could go for the oft spoken of and rarely seen
triple spooning position. Waking up might be wierd, but I think it could be
done. Although I am not averse to all three of us, plus any additionals to
attempt the unthinkable and all spoon on the fouton in Fi's kitchen.

Anyway, spooning and stuff aside. I am so up for this my heart jumps at the
thought of Saturday nights drinking. I may even get my scars out for all to
see.

For anyone who doesn't know, I had a minor operation done on my little
fella. It hurts like fuck but is growing bigger because of the removal of
the skin. When X saw it afterwards she was like, HOW BIG IS THIS GONNA
GET?!? I, needless to say am well pleased with the side effects of the
circumcision, but anyway, look forward to seeing the finished product if I
get drunk enough, it ain't a promise, it aint a threat.

Just realised how this email is a case of "too much information". Love you
all, see you on Saturday!"