This short but sweet adventure is from a conversation with my dear old friend Christina from Rhode Island (who I haven't talked to in YEARS, so if you're Christina, you better e-mail me now). She wanted my snail mail address so that she could give it to a guy who lives in The Netherlands ("Carey"), so he could send me a Christmas card or something. At the time this happened, I was quite paranoid about giving out my address on the internet, so I usually didn't give out my address. So Christina asked...

<Christina> I know you can't give out your address, but don't you get mail?

<PhronkBRB> Not from people on Road Island.

<Christina> umm..it's not from me and it's Rhode Island

<PhronkBRB> Hehe I know. It's from Carey?

<Christina> Yeah, that crazy guy

<PhronkBRB> Ok so I don't get mail from people in Dutch.
<PhronkBRB> Sorry, Dutchland.

<Christina> It's not Dutchland
<Christina> It's Netherlands
<Christina> Look, just make him happy and give me your damn address :)

<PhronkBRB> Oh lordy, my geography's not doing too good tonight.
<PhronkBRB> Ok....I will...

<Christina> Yeah, get your shit together

<PhronkBRB> As long as you don't give it to anyone living in Holland.

<Christina> Now wait...That's who it's for

<PhronkBRB> What?

<Christina> Phronk, I just said that

<PhronkBRB> You said he lives in Neverland.

I think I eventually gave in, but I still haven't recieved any Christmas cards from Neverland. :(