Letter

Dear DNA Sponsor,

Listen, it's not OUR fault that you got yourself into this situation. Who was it that decided he needed to be Davy-fucking-Crockett? YOU. Not me. Not my family.

So when you get into one of your snits, don't take it out on us. I'm getting tired of that shit. I had enough of it growing up. I don't need it in my own fucking house.

And no one cares about your stupid stories. Not every driver is an asshole, just you. And stop fucking CALLING ME MOM. I'm not your mother, you ass.



(okay. I feel better now.)

We now join our regularly scheduled programming.