To You, My Dearly Beloved Sweet Nuts

I am still of this earth, and I propose to write to you soon. I am doing this on a handheld device, like my dick, and it will, I have decided, take some getting used to. My writing's already a pungent mess as it is. 

I have noticed that I'm still getting repeat visits, and that answers the question "Can this faggot get any more retarded?" I will write to you, soon, so keep your boots dry and stop pissing on them.