I don't really know how to tell you this, but I dislike you. I think I realized it when I tripped on sesame seeds outside of Chicago and I saw you carve your initials into my father. I'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand that Santa doesn't exist. I'm returning your ring to you, but I'll keep the oil stocks as a memory. You should also know that I get sick when I think of the incarnation as an eskimo .
Go burn,
Gally66
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... Happy stinking yay.
-M.A.D.
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