I must apologize for this troubled soul. He has clearly gone beyond all rational sensibility...I am afraid that I may have to seek an intervention in the case of Simple Jack.... perhaps testicular shock n' stab therapy will do the trick... who knows. And that Pixie fiasco was a set up; I was a patsy I tell you all! A PATSY!
Now, Jack can squawk and squawk, but Squamish won't blink. I was voted most likely to die alone in college, so lets just say SQAMISH CAN PLAY. Hard.
Bring it on Jacky boy, I've got the F.D.A. behind me. Who are they, you may ask? The Federal Doctors Association. 'Nuff said.
You won't get away with tarnishing my name Jack; I'll see you in hell (from heaven).
D. O.S.
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