I want to tickle torture Paul Vernon until my coins drop from his khaki pockets and he falls to the ground where I threaten to rub dirt into his orange and blue golf shirt, though I remain the bigger man and walk away. Paul, if you're reading this, I hope you love RICE and DELICIOUS AUTHENTIC CHINESE CUISINE and living LAVISHLY with HARD-EARNED MONEY where you can FUCK EXPENSIVE WOMEN and DO WHATEVER YOU WANT IN RELATIVE ANONYMITY you presumably golf-playing tall glass of water god I want to kiss my coins out of your slimy mouth that tells lies and eats dreams you godless monster eater of souls piece of gumby looking glass of coins slimy th eee ha nnnm afbnfa13PPPPPPP[!p pp p p pp iaauaulll paauall I can ffee---eell I can feel him feel..P Aul oh hee's....ahhhh he's everything you - oh my god - everything you said he'd be he's amazing ahh oh my fucking can feel him coursing through my veins this is the most ama-z.....p...paul no...he's hh..he's slipping away I...I've lost him. I can't feel him any more Paul are you there? Paul??? Paul where are you?! I want my coins back