Dear Readers,
You need to know something extremely important:
Brad Hammond is a hateful sleezeball. He won’t let me see my wife, he won’t let my wife see me, and most importantly, he won’t let me have my ham sandwich. I hope you’re satisfied with yourself, Brad.
P.S. Michelle, don’t worry about the ham sandwich. The air is fine. No, how about my hand? That has meat in it. I still love you.