October 5th, 2005

Brilliant!

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Dear "Squeals-His-Tires-Under-My-Window-At-3-In-The-Morning":

MAY YOU BE ROLLED IN RANCID STEAK AND HURLED INTO A VAT OF RABID, HORNY WOLVERINES.

No love, That Girl You Wake Up Every Night, Who Wishes Upon You Horrible Pain and Death.