Dipshit,

Get off my fuckin' back!!!

I thought our understanding was for me to send you shit whenever the
fuck I wanted to. After seeing that mp3 of me on the Pigeons site, I
sorta lost any inkling whatsoever to remain in contact with you. Can you
blame me?

What, you trying to ruin my life? Get over it, man. You can't be a
seventeen year-old snotrag forever. The moment has passed. Don't drag
the rest of us into this fucking shithole of bad memories with you. Like
Anthrax used to say, man...efilnikufesin: nice fuckin' life you have.

I guess you can tell I'm less than fucking enthralled with the cd idea
at the moment.

Oh, and you threw my work here at The Compound all to hell. Pedro is now
an ex-priapitic hermaphrodite dwarf slave. The estrogen was too much: I
caught him last Tuesday trying to titfuck himelf...it was a sight too
disgusting to describe, and I decided then and there to dispose of the
swine. I took a baseball bat to his head, made sure he was still
conscious, and gave him to a wolverine I had been starving for such an
occasion. And that's that, thank fuck.

Oh, and the sexual slaves I had been conditioning are now missing.
Somehow during transport from The Compound to Pigeon HQ they convinced
the guards to let them go in exchange for complimentary blowjobs and
assfucks. Remind me to fucking hire eunuchs from now on.

It's been a shitty week. Leave me the fuck alone for a while.

RLY
The Compound