Dear Cody,

I don't really know how to tell you this, but I’m joining the Convent. I think I realized it when you put cuffs on me, at the mental hospital and I saw you knock out my corned beef hash.
I'm sure you're senile enough to understand that you need a sex-change.
I'm returning your nose hair clippers to you, but I'll keep your left ear as a ( Read more... )