Hey Scoot,
What’s up? Not much here, but man am I itchy, ahhhhh, what’s my deal? I hope I don’t’ have some weird body lice or something, maybe it’s leprosy…who knows…
        Anyways my first order of business for this email is to hit-you-up
for some tickets to that new Jimmy Falon flick.  Why you ask?  Well…remember that guy I met at the bar last week…I HAVE A DATE WITH HIM ON SATURDAY!!!  I’m thinking a comedy is the way  to go in case it turns into more of a friend thing…let’s face it, I was a few beers deep when I met him, and I have been known to put on the beer goggles from time to time!
        On a more serious note, feeling adventurous and craving red meat, I broke down and tried that steak Chalupa thing you’ve been raving about.  WOW! Remind me not to listen to you anymore, it was DISGUSTING!  I want to know whose idea it was to put CORN in a taco! Seriously I want to know so I can punch them in the stomach, that way they might know half the pain I felt after eating that atrocity. (Ok, ok, I dramatized a bit, but it was really gross. How do you eat those all the time?)
        Well I better go, I’ve been playing Tetris all evening and it’s about time to stop procrastinating and start studying.  I’ll call you after class on Friday, and if you could get me those tickets that would be so great!  By the way, if you have any suggestions that may help remedy the itching; let me know ASAP, before I scratch myself to the bone.  Won’t that be sexy for my big date? Later Darth Vader
Cya,
Cheech

P.S. What ever happened with that whole Veronica thing? You still haven’t filled me in!