I think I need a fortune cookie in my life. Minus the chinaman food. I just feel like my fortune would be out of this world if I read it today.
Dear Chuy,
Will you please deliver me a fortune cookie to Gantt. It doesn't even have to be on a silver platter. You can throw it at me like the paper man throws papers at driveways. I will greatly appreciate it. I promise to not throw darts at a life size poster of your body like that other midget did to you on the show the other night. Thank you very much.
Love,
Mallory
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