Again, Albert? Audiences call your accolades, your awards, your accomplishments "astonishing." Atrocious is more appropriate
because it's all bullshit. Boring and bothersome, your breakdown of ants is, to put it bluntly, bad.
Careful, though. To counter a "clever" and "crafty" curator of crappy correspondence considering cooties is, well, criminal.
And despite your dumb and dorky endeavor, you continue to debilitate dames, dumbfounding them into dating an
especially egocentric yet rarely erroneous (much to my enmity) employee of inquiry.
Fine. If failure is my fortune, than how fortunate failure shall feel that I
grace its grossest, grief-stricken gardens with my
honorary inhabitance… Aw, hell, who am I kidding? How do you do it, Albert?! Was it happenstance or did you
inherit intellect from...