Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Open letter to a jackass (and you know who you are)
I sincerely hope you're taking advantage of the psychiatric help you said your family hooked you up with, because you desperately need it. Seriously.
The end.
P.S. When you take the rubber sheet off your bed -- and I have it on excellent authority that you have one -- you can say all you want about the condition of my crib. Until then, shut your Goddamned gob.
The end.
P.S. When you take the rubber sheet off your bed -- and I have it on excellent authority that you have one -- you can say all you want about the condition of my crib. Until then, shut your Goddamned gob.