Dear The Cardinals

Dear the Cardinals,

When you bend over and fellate our chotas, please be as gentle as possible with our massive orbs. Because if you don't take care to, we will goose your true-hick asses straight over that gay faux wanna-be Arch-de-Triomphe of yours right into the nasty-ass "muddy" Mississippi, into which the actual capital of the Midwest sends its barely-ozonated sewage in mass quantities -- and you can unsatisfactorily appeal this gross action of ours to the Supreme Court, you border state bitch hillbilly ass fucks.

Mark Twain sucks raw shit out of Nelson Algren's asshole in heaven.

Sincerely,
Cub Nation