One burrito too many

Mike and I were hanging out tonight, and I suddenly realized that my tummy ached. I told Mike that if there's ever a biography of my life, the title should be:

One Burrito Too Many:

The Tim Goldberg Story

He laughed, and replied that, from now on, I should live my life so as to live up to this title.

Writing this down, I'm reminded of my very favorite comedic work that Mike has ever produced. It started with me sending him the following email, written (for no particular reason that I can figure out now) in telegram code.

STILL HAVE YOUR JUICE AND PICKLES STOP KEEPING THEM IN FRIDGE STOP
SARAH AND JOHN AND SHELBY AND I MEETING TOMORROW AT ALADDINS AFTER
OLIVETTI TO DISCUSS ARMSTRONG BABY SHOWER STOP WANT TO COME QUERY
SIGNED TIM

Here is Mike's e-mail reply. (He interspersed his reply with a copy of my e-mail.)

STILL HAVE YOUR JUICE AND PICKLES '

ok

STOP KEEPING THEM IN FRIDGE

but you still have them

STOP SARAH AND JOHN AND SHELBY AND I MEETING TOMORROW AT ALADDINS AFTER
OLIVETTI TO DISCUSS ARMSTRONG BABY SHOWER

ok, i'll do everything in my power to prevent it

STOP WANT

i donate to third-world aid organizations all the time.

TO COME QUE

I don't speak spanish.

RY SIGNED TIM
I didn't know Tim knew sign language.