When I was about eight, I was riding my bike around the block and found in some long grass beside the road a crumpled birthday card with the picture of a fuzzy duckling on the front. I mean, something really adorable, like this or this. Inside, it read, scrawled in all caps:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WHORE.I quite honestly can't think of anything I've seen/found weirder than that!
I HATE YOU,
STEVE.
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