It has come to my attention that rabid monkies must have invaded you in your time in Siberia. I belive your condition to be something that only people in that remote land can catch. While you were at the insane isylum, you were most likely exposed to strange new bug. It's called the "Monkey Virusa Transportia Diseasia. Although I sympthasize with your mental retardation, there is obviously nothing that can save you. By you writing me this idiotic letter that makes absolutely no sense, you have only proven all the more how insanely dumb you can be.
Now let me systematically break your llness and current state down, stage by stage.
Stage #1 : The monkies appear and dance on your brain. They plant eggs on the surgace, therefor spreading and supporting the foundation for a colony. As you start to bang your head on the wall because of the insane pain, you finally realize that you are banging your head on the wall.
Stage #2 : The monkies appear and dance on your brain. They cloud your memory and make you act like a complete ass dick. You forget things more and more often, and you may get crazy ideas that you were in your coffin in the Wellington Cemetry three days prior.
Stage #3 : The monkies are full grown and dance on your brain. This takes two months to develop. Retardation is steadily advancing, and you say things like "I'm togged to the bricks", "Let's get it on near the frolie pad", and "I'm the bomb".
As you can see, this is not a matter to joke with. This is apparently a disease that hit people like you. People who like to dance around and scratch their armpits.
-- Ziggy |
