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Dear jerk sitting in front of me at The Alamo Draft House,
I hope that your rude comments about my anatomy, and my friend's sexuality helped to convince your easily amused drinking buddies that you're not a closet homosexual with a mommy complex who doesn't know what to do with his undoubtedly very tiny penis.
As I am not a thief,
when I discovered it was your wallet which had fallen next to my camera case, I immediately turned it in...
to the first crack head who approached me on the street, foaming at the mouth for "bus money".
You sure had a lot of credit cards.
P.S. I never get bored of prank calling my dad with
this.