For your reading pleasure, I have constructed the following poem using only cut, paste, and emails I have received in the last week.
Oh my God, I have the worst hangover ever!
Ground beef, lettuce, tomato, onions, pickles, ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, and Krispy Kreme,
once again you have foiled my attempts to fuck with you the way god intended.
Based on the strength of my logs,
a neutron decides to go into the car repair business.
I could kill you with wasabi,
only without the annoying cake or deserts, just a lot of booze.
Am I going to have to kill you to try and ease my boredom here at home?
Do you still want the naked pics?
So many times she gets pity instead of logic.