an email

an email

Today I emailed my friend Angela this:

"Stop working and talk to me.."

And this is the reply I got:

Okay. :) Once upon a time there was a fat girl, with fat arms. They called her
"Fat Arms Ang" Her arms were so fat that they did not fit in a regular sized
shirt, so all of her shirts had to be modified to fit her gigantic arms. At night,
her children slept upon her flabby gilatnous arms as though they were pillows.
Her husband used them to jack up the car on weekend repair jobs. One day, a
giant mosquito came and feasted upon just one of the fat arms and deflated it
like a balloon, and for the rest of her days she was no longer called Fat Arms
Ang... she was called: Fat ARM ang because just one of the arms remained
grotesquely yooj.
The end.