You are being wraaaaaannnggg!!!!!

I am here responding to you for my fellow Metopian persons and on belhalfe owf the Knights owf Bohemia. We thanke you greatly for your I Hate You-mail. I downt see why you continuously are bashing Draft, as we are owbviously from Rowckbridge. Firsht off, a corraiction. There is five of owse here who is maiking the websaite, nowt just one. Gaet it straight. Naext, you are owbviowsly faster thaen ainyone here besides Lichtenstein, bout we made the site ainyway, so it jowst goes to showe how moche you scare owse. Naext, you is still being great big jerk-off, becowse you say things like to Towdd Somers "If I wouldn't haive souked so much you would've been a second-place finisher," while I must point out that if one owf us was faster than John Crews thain we would've wone states, but however you do not see owse complaining about it. Anowther thing is that the newspages quotes of you were being even more pretentious than Lichtenschlong, such as "Mine being afflicted with an stomachey virowse was being very good for the team, as it made them werk hard despite without me." You big ponce. We hope you die at the hands of a Mark McCurdy look-a-like. Also he who is knowne as Witherow can come and souk on all our dicks, as he is obviowsly jaelous of our creativity when it is coming to the making owf cheers. His picture in the paper w/ his, quoth "Sex Dogs of the Pack Attack" was also a source of high amounts of fownniness. (Who tucks a tee-shirt into wind-pants?) Ais for good runnairs, we have Lichy, and we had Ott, and you are probably thinking, big deal, we have saiven fuckers to thair one, and we are saying, who cares, we are lowving to be insulting you anyway. End besides, you are taking this awful seriously if all you care about is being faester than owse. You'd think you would just be dismissing us as false talkers of a great deal owf lies. And aes for your previous cowmment towards this adress about whether I cain rown or not, ainy bowdy can run, idioth. I shall now be saying good daye to you, insipid one. I knowe where it is that you live at.


Sincerely Yours,
three ducks, a horse, and a spoon.