Friday, August 20, 2004
I just love my baby's poundcake...
Dear Peter Angelos,
Your karma's getting bad. Real bad. It's below the Mendoza Line. First you're blocking the Expo's move to DC, now you dick over Van Halen. (Although, really, Eddie Van Halen getting dicked over is just the pigeons coming home to roost.) Mr. Angelos, you keep this up and when you die, you're going to reincarnated as the fabric in Youppi's crotch in the middle of August. Or you'll get dick cancer. I've seen it happen.
Your karma's getting bad. Real bad. It's below the Mendoza Line. First you're blocking the Expo's move to DC, now you dick over Van Halen. (Although, really, Eddie Van Halen getting dicked over is just the pigeons coming home to roost.) Mr. Angelos, you keep this up and when you die, you're going to reincarnated as the fabric in Youppi's crotch in the middle of August. Or you'll get dick cancer. I've seen it happen.