Hey Dad, I thought we had a deal.
You would stay away from my desk and papers and I wouldn't rummage
through your stuff anymore.
Well just wait until Mom sees this snapshot I found in your sock drawer.
I'm not sure who the she-dwarf is with you in the picture, and I don't understand
the significance of the handcuffs and donkey, but I bet Mom will know.
And before you start accusing me of things, if was Uncle Zenichiro who
mixed the wyg in with your Rogaine and it was cousin Glow who rubbed the
jegga on your Viagra pills.
Written by my hand on the 10th of Eleuthral, in the year 1005.