Dear Mission,
I am for now on calling you Mission Impossible for your presistent asshole-ism. Why stick ME with Pansy?

Only one cause...

Asshole-ism.

There is no cure. Though, I'm sure you know. You, Mission, are a very horny boy. Seriously? Don't write me letters with your dick please. I have a girlfriend. We are going to see Tattoo in concert this weekend, so I can't waste my time playing games with you in the closet, Sweet offer though,

Glitter? I am pretty sure that anyone that has a properly structured mind likes glitter.It probably could solve wars. DROWN THE ENEMY IN GLIITTTAAA!

I, Gerard Way, here-by anounce GLITTAAA! as a lethal weapon.

See? We are dangerous! The EMOBOYS kick'n some enemy boootttayy.

When did we become friends? I am pretty sure two letters ago I very musch disliked your ass.




I will not lick your anything,
G.A.W.

Notes

These boys are a peice of horny, gross, funny, glittery, work.