Dear Jimmy,
I must admit that I have ALWAYS been most curious as to how your lovely, distinctive, coat of many colors ended up on Seņor Goza in Acapulco.
Well thank you for shedding
some light on the matter ... so just
how many of those Acapulco flowered pineapple drinks did you really consume down there, Agent Mitchell?? (I'm assuming that you diligently sampled the liquor-filled "Kelly versions," and not Scotty's healthier choice.
)
I know, I know - you were just
following standard assignment procedure ... absorbing the local color, so you'd look like you'd fit in. (I've heard that one before!) So how'd it actually go, Agent Mitchell? How much Vitamin C did you consume down there, mixing in with the locals? Yes, you should have stopped at the first signs, innocently mixing up Brenda Vacarro and Arlene Golonka - but then - sliding all the way down that slippery slope and losing the jacket off your back!! Sounds like Scotty's encounter with those demon rum-filled caramel candies.
Hope you have some good explanations for the home office ....
As always,
Tatia
(I always prefer to stay with champagne on my assignments, thank you very much.
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