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Thursday, May 13, 2010

Michael's rejection

Dear Michael
No one will ever love you. You, in fact, make me sick. My tender juicy deliciousness is too good for you. You deserve nothing better than a McDouble without cheese. Without cheese. You left me in Dallas all alone. I'm here while you're in Cincinnati enjoying cheap drive through burgers. I hope you enjoy your cheap thrills while they last, because you'll miss me when the thrill wears off. I hope your short, stalky body becomes fat and tubby. Maybe you'll have a cardiac episode at a young age and die.

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