Poopy Shoes Miller! Where art thou empty ass-cum-head?

[revt...@angrythoreauan.com]

Oh, fearless Poopy Shoes Miller, has thou Harvard enemy elected to cut
thy tether? Or are ye stuck somewhere in some turkish prison, unable to
display the social welfare wrought by mummy and daddy's money, money
which has allowed little Timmy to wander the planet and show off his weak
roots with a laughable email account that has Yale as its tail? Nay, were
one a man, then one would have had the bravado to waste one's own hard-
stolen cash on a name of thine own rather than cower behind a faltering
institution that is only as olde as the infant nation in which it
deposited itself a mere three centuries ago! Speak up, if ye be a man!
Otherwise, shut the fuck up, and leave us writers be, unless ye has got
anything more than some empty $40,000 scholastic albeit immature insult
that was actually financed by what begot your sodden ass. Smoke crack,
get married, get arrested on military airbases while frying on acid after
having taught a coupel of generations of children to handle firearms only
to face off with the secret Service not four blocks from Randy Kraft's
house (yes, THAT Kraft's), or just be an alcoholic for over a quarter of
a decade and then wake up to realise that ya are hardly thirty two years
of age and then get back to me, ya lousy clothy eared git. And tell your
mother "hello!"
ta,
rev tinear
P.S. Shut up, Asha.
--
Angry Thoreauan
POB 3478
Los Angeles CA 90028
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