Thursday, February 3, 2005
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.
personthatthinksyousuck@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.

