from my guestbook…

What are you? I really can’t understand what you are, but I don’t think what you’re doing should continue. Stop. Now. No, really. Stop. Please. Stop. I’m not kidding. Stop.

You know me but I won’t give you my name.

pers...@suckrealbad.com

now me…

Mom?

Sign your name like a real man or woman. I’m sure you’re not successful in my industry. Why would you waste your time signing the guestbook of a comedian you don’t get?

Known entertainers enjoy my work, most regular folk understand it, Harvard alums appreciate it and I’m employed in Hollywood.

Why would I listen to you?

Have a nice day, I’m PAID to be at the Superbowl and you’re on this site getting three seconds of fame.