Sly Hat Jones' personal secretary reads the mail:
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| And here we have a letter from Steve Brkwalskzya of Simmering, New Mexico. Hi Steve! | |
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| Steve writes: "Dear Sly hat Jones: when the hell are you going to have content? I mean, fuck!" | |
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| Well Steve, frankly I don't give a crap about your needs. | |
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| Delicious, soft moist shit. Man, that would be good. | |
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