Why hello there Deej. Or as I like to say Deejay. When was it that I wasted your time? Did my car break down in the drive-through of Mcdonalds and your kids yelled about missing their evening cartoons? Did I drop my carton of 99% fat free skim milk while at the checkout and ruined your Air Jordons? Did my five-hundred pound sausage dog cross poodle, take a dookie on your morning newspaper? Did I bend you over and put a funnel of laxatives in your butthole? Well Deejay, that's pretty what you did to me. Remember when you caught me eating 57 KFC Tower burgers and you told me about the importance of training and going to the gym. Well I did follow this and I become Arnold Schwarzenegger but you then said that I could 'reset' all of those years and become stronger, faster, better. I SAID NO, AND I SPENT DAYS LOCKED INSIDE OF A CANDY SHOP, NOW I GO BY THE NAME MICHAEL MOORE! Deejay, I have a confession to make about that fateful day, I was just training. I was Training for I was about to embark upon a delicious journey, I was going to eat the mother load, the Le consommé du volaille. 2 inches of powdered sugar, a layer of baby back ribs, a layer of marshmallows, another layer of powdered sugar about a thigh high, with sprinkled powdered sugar on the top. You stopped me from this, and I will have my revenge. Think about what I've wrote here today, for you never know when I will strike and maybe I will change the locks on your house. It will not hurt you but It will be very time consuming as you will need to call a locksmith to come down and change them back. THINK ABOUT THIS. Goodbye Deejay, and think about whether or not you should waste someone's time.