Sunday, February 22, 2004
Dear Mr. completely delusional asshole Nader,
I can't imagine few things worse than waking up on a Sunday morning with a wicked hangover (what was with all that Jack and Coke?) only to learn that you've thrown your elderly-and-less-attractive-than-even-John-Kerry-consumer-advocate ass in the Presidential race.
People will have your head for this. On a stake.
And in the meantime, I'm going to take a nap and try to forget that you (and my headache) exist.
Dissappointed, Pissed Off, and Suffering from the J.D. flu,
LaMagnolia
p.s. You suck.
Heather at 11:46 AM
