Michael 'I'm helplessly retarded, I pray that I can find a cure' Bryant wrote:

From: "Stephen M.H. Lawrence"

All right.

Dear Lord, please give Rustle a horrible, painful
case of bone cancer.


And, Lord, help Mr. Low-Rents find a soul. Please! Or at least teach him a
lesson about what he prays for.

And, Lord... help Fat Boy Bryant give up his bad habits of lying, fabricating
and emailing spam!