Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

            Hey, kids! It’s September 18^th, and that means it’s something like the tenth year of the Send-My-Mama-a-Birthday-Email...umm...thingie.
 
           The deal is as follows: my Mama lives in Orlando, Florida, and she kicks all available ass. I get to see her once, maybe twice, a year. This is full of suck. As such, ever year I get everybody I know – and loads of people I don’t know – to drop her a quick note wishing her a happy birthday.

            I’d appreciate it if you could take a moment to fire off a message to her. It doesn’t have to be anything lengthy or full of big words, just a little message that says her son benjamin asked you to send the e-mail, and that you’re sorry that his brain naturally produces crack cocaine.

           Also, feel free to send this message along to your friends. They don’t have to know me, or her, or even you. The more messages the better. If you get this message after the 18^th…who cares, send one anyway!

             Right, so here’s her: Annet Stein  n8annet@hotmail.com

 If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Sorry if you get this twice, that just means you’re doubly important to me. Or something.

             Now, my monkeys...TO YOUR KEYBOARDS, AND INTO HISTORY!!!

benjamin sTone
Who loves all of you creepy people
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