I like mail. I mean, who doesn't? Every morning, you wake up, kill something, eat it, and check your mail, hoping that someone will show you the consideration of contacting you from the outside world. Well, I do the same thing with my e-mail. I go to Yahoo! and sign in, hoping to discover something, anything, even a serial rapist, in my Inbox. Actually, a serial rapist might not be good, but luckily they haven't made them internet-sendable yet. Thank our vengeful/all forgiving God! Hail Jesus, or some other cool guy proclaiming himself as the son of God. I'm sure there are no less than 5 on every street corner in California.

Contact me here if you want...Just molest this link. I mean, click here!