Ah, say, Gia? Do you wanna explain this shit? Someone slipped this under my door in a plain manila envelope.






Ya know, it's all starting to fit together now. Hanging around the set of "Oh no! There's a Negro in My Mom" when you've got no real reason to be there. Calling the convict stuntcocks "boo". Offering to provide alibis to their parole officers whenever they need it. WTF? It's called self-worth. Look into it.