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Dear Yahtzee Pharaoh:
I don't really know how to tell you this, but you're a loser. I think I realized it When I saw the shrunken head in women's clothing and I saw you sit on my John F. Kennedy-statue. I'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand that Santa doesn't exist. I'm returning your ring to you, but I'll keep your photo as a memory. You should also know that I always will remember cocaine abuse.
Go bury yourself.
I don't really know how to tell you this, but you're a loser. I think I realized it When I saw the shrunken head in women's clothing and I saw you sit on my John F. Kennedy-statue. I'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand that Santa doesn't exist. I'm returning your ring to you, but I'll keep your photo as a memory. You should also know that I always will remember cocaine abuse.
Go bury yourself.