Hello mother.  Hello father.  I am smoking, Marijuana.  Cocaine is good, but crack is better.  I'm so high I don't know why I'm writing this letter.  Thanks for the condoms, they're really working.  Except for when, I got her smoking.  'Cause then I r*p*d her, up her *ssh*l*,now I've got a son called Billy Crackle.
That is a rhyme Amber taught me today.  Isn't is so completely sick?
-Isabelle, your lawfully wedded wife.

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