  DON'T GET WELL SOON ***Memo*** To : The bastard in the passenger seat of the SUV full of suburban fraternity boys Re : Your hope for a slap and tickle, a hoot and a holler by reaching out your window and slapping me on the ass as I jogged past your vehicle this afternoon Message : I hope your broken fingers take forever to heal. I also hope that you're right-handed and unable to jerk off for at least a month. (So who's hollering now, douchebag? ) 
