In my fantasy world, a torrent of cockroaches rains down upon you.

If I had a genie endorsed only for use in Starbucks, I would use it well. My first of three wishes would be to banish you from my sight. My second of three wishes would be to have me get a raise. My third of three wishes would be for you to never to return to my sight, nay, my paradigm even.

The immature, gluttonous, self serving, half assed humor which you distribute and distribute widely irks me, like so many boobie enhancing hairshirts worn for style, rather than comfort.

Disrespectfully,

Jane Torpedo