S I C K O S I C K O S I C K O

Dick. Yes, I mean you. Dick Lincoln. Now that we have this line of communification I have one message for you: LEAVE. Not just for a weekend, or hell, even a month, I mean forever. FFFOOORRRREEEEEVVVVEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!! I see you sitting there reading my blog at this very moment, for if you look out the window to your left-no, the other one, idiot-you can clearly see the one with the binoculars. Perhaps I have told you too much. Nevertheless, I know what you have done with Richard, and that is sick. My God man, he is in your family!! How could you betray him like that? That is why I am advising, no, demanding that you leave. I am giving you until Thursday, or...uhh...GOT IT...Do you know Lily from two doors down? Aha, now you see where I am going with this. Alas, there is one, and only one way to get out of this. Give me the head of Jackson the Badger, and find Robert Jackson and his red Cougar and/or badger, then we'll talk. Yes, you know the ones. T H I N K A B O U T I T . . . how many red cougar and/or badgers have you seen walking down the sidewalk?

Remember: THURSDAY
And I mean it!!
not really