This is F.O.C.

Dear Franz Dinzly,

I don't really know how to tell you this, but your nostrils are insulting. I think I realized it that night at the Hare Krishna graduation and I saw you sit on my penpal in Ghana. I'm sure you're frostbitten enough to understand that Santa doesn't exist. I'm returning your love letters to you but I'll keep the results of your blood-sample as a memory. You should know that I told in my confession today about Oprah Winfrey imitations.

Go and drown yourself,

- Jesselyn -

P.S - Sorry I'm just too lazy to give an explanation.