Orginally from amuris.deviantart.com/journal/…
Pointed out by HFOA.
I don't really know how to tell you this, but our horoscopes don't match. I think I realized it when I quoted Santa outside of Chicago and I saw you sit on Bill Clinton. I'm sure you're scarred enough to understand that Santa doesn't exist. I'm returning your ring to you, but I'll keep your neighbour, Martin, as a memory. You should also know that I feel sick when I think of eggplant-fetishism.
Your everlasting enemy,