For all you fuck sticks that keep asking to send me an email, fuck it. Go ahead. I don’t give a shit and I can’t imagine why you would want to in the first place. Pretty much guaranteed I won’t write you back. Hell, I probably won’t even read the fuckin thing to begin with. If for some reason I do read it, I’m probably brushing out my glorious hairy sweaty ball sack hair just trying to pass the time or some shit. Still, even after the boys are appropriately groomed and ready for a day out, don’t expect a reply.
Goldfish