Dear D-Bag who just roared down my road on a noisy crotch rocket, thus shattering the early evening tranquility and harshing on my mellow:
I'm terribly sorry about your tiny willy. My spam folder tells me that there's a pill for that now.
Oh, and please sign your organ donor card.
Love and cupcakes,
Miniature Rose
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