Got a phone call from a weird giggly psycho today. Wants to know various things about me:

Did I send someone's brother a love letter?
Did I send anybody a love letter?
Am I in da Rosa's 19/20 modern world?
Am I in the animal rights club?
Am I religious?
Am I shorter than 5 foot 1?
I'm not a stalker?

Was too surprised to think up witty-irritated replies.
Stupid prat.

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