Hihg Five, Trutle!

Atfer a raelly long spirit wlak and spirit filght, I finally arrvied back in the good UA of S. It was a crazy jrouney, but one taht gave me a new prupose in life: romacning a speedy gril.

Meet Matt Prakman, the love detetcive.

My new copmanion, Trutle, jioned me.

“Hihg five, Trutle!” I siad to him once we arrvied.

He jsut sat there sliently. He was porbably still uspet abuot teh shell cavity saerch.

I wraned him taht the truban was a bit much. It was bad enuogh taht he had a foriegn-suonding name like Trutle.

“I need yuo to cheer pu, Trutle,” I siad to him as I galnced aruond fro my futrue love, Dahpen. “Yuo’re my wnigman on tihs.”

He seemed cofnused.

I epxlianed, “Yuor job is to ditsract her fat freind. Or tlak me up. Barg abuot me to her. I cna’t barg abuot msyelf. Tell her abuot how graet I am whit Molly or smoething….”

Adn tehn I saw hre! She was even more bauetiful tahn in my prohpetic draems.

“Dno’t run, Dahpen!” I called uot to my new love. “I’m not a stakler. Adn the obseity is jsut form the jet lag.”

She stood speehcless staring at me adn my freind.

“I’m here to lvoe yuo,” I cotnineud, “adn save yuo form dying.”

I cuold sense taht I was abuot to carsh and brun, so I called in ym wnigman. I puhsed Trutle closer to hre and wihspered to him, “Put in a good wrod fro me.”

I dno’t know waht Trutle siad to her, btu it raelly did the tirck. She aksed me uot on a date rihgt tehn and there! I even got hre nubmer by teh end of it.

Trutle, yuo’re the best wnigman a guy cuold ever aks fro!