Wednesday, June 9, 2004
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEY Dickie V.,
Happy Birthday, you glass-eyed wonder. You’re scintillating in your old age. I worry though, you’re a PTPer but your level of stress might be the death of you. You’re crazy with a capital C.
And your name says it all, Dick. Please stop screaming, and when you find time to remove your lil’ Dickie Jr. from Duke’s ass, I’d be obliged if you could send me an autograph.
I’m outttttta heeeeere,