Monday, January 29, 2007

Cookies for you, then, buddy.



Dear Self-Righteous Pole Vaulting Star,

I find it terribly silly for you to say in that terribly haughty voice, "I don't smoke marijuana" just after telling me that your butt is covered in marker from your drunken evening of Track & Field Initiations.

Sincerely,
Me.

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