Yo, this is to all you creepazoids out there -- the ones with the tangled up dreadlocks and termite problems. I know you keep reading my profile and getting all sweaty over it. That’s cool. But please stop breathin so heavy while you do it. I’ve got kids now. And a respectable wife. And six or seven hamsters I breed and sell to the local pet store. You messin up their breeding cycles. And you messin up my dividends. Stop smoking everything in the kitchen just to see what works. You’re over, turd. Go flush yourself.
Ok, let’s get real.
I am a forward for the Huston Rockettes.
Ok, let’s get real.
Please go back to your phone booths and your handicams. Stop pressing rewind on the freaking VCR. The movie is over, Grandma. Go home and take a bath or something. And there’s no need to correct my grammar. These are imperative sentences, Bitch!