Post by Logan on Jun 17, 2009 18:07:28 GMT -5
Dear Logan,
My name is Jim, I'm sixteen years old and I have a tumor inside my brain the size of your fist. My dying wish is to once again see you compete for the world title before skipping up cripple creek. To a huge sickening frown, it has come to my nerdface backstage locker room knowledge that you've decided to hang up the ole mud stompers, that you've officially called it quits.. is this true?
Dear Jim OR.. 'boudle with a tumor',
It has come to MY intention that the tumor inside your head gives you delusion. No, I have not 'hung up the shit stomps', actually, I just bought new boots last week. If you're truly a fan of mine you'd know once a year, during a full moon scenario, I have a horrible day and my head throbs.. maybe not the way yours does, but I'll get a headache nonetheless. During these headaches my tumor-free brain refuses interest of anything. No need to worry sweet Jim, aspirin does wonders.. maybe not for you though.
P.S. SHUT UP![/color]
My name is Jim, I'm sixteen years old and I have a tumor inside my brain the size of your fist. My dying wish is to once again see you compete for the world title before skipping up cripple creek. To a huge sickening frown, it has come to my nerdface backstage locker room knowledge that you've decided to hang up the ole mud stompers, that you've officially called it quits.. is this true?
Dear Jim OR.. 'boudle with a tumor',
It has come to MY intention that the tumor inside your head gives you delusion. No, I have not 'hung up the shit stomps', actually, I just bought new boots last week. If you're truly a fan of mine you'd know once a year, during a full moon scenario, I have a horrible day and my head throbs.. maybe not the way yours does, but I'll get a headache nonetheless. During these headaches my tumor-free brain refuses interest of anything. No need to worry sweet Jim, aspirin does wonders.. maybe not for you though.
P.S. SHUT UP![/color]
