Poor Red Rover got bored and lonely without her widdle steed, eh? Fair enough. I'm sure being separated from one of the things that make you what you are has got to suck tailpipe.
So since I'm such a stand up kind of guy, you got me: It's true. It's all true. I cannot tell a lie.
I was the gunman on the grassy knoll. I
did chop down that cherry tree. I am the fucking walrus, goo goo g'joob.
And since I can feel a good number of you breathing hot and heavy to get in on this action, allow me to say
fuck off. Private party, kids, so unless you got an invite to the shower, you're shit outta luck. The registry's there for a reason.
Mind your distance, you scheming sons of bitches. I am not a kind and merciful God. I do
not love you. I
will unmake you in ways that makes the horseless Horseman look like storytime.
But yeah, seriously, don't hesitate to check out the registries. Kid can't have enough materialistic love, y'know?