An Open Letter To Clint Eastwood
Dear Mr. Eastwood,
I read your recent comments in Esquire where you referred to today's generation as "Generation Pussy." As a member of said generation, I feel obligated to respond.
First of all, my credentials: I was born in November of 1981. I hit pubertmy roommates 1994 saturn was stolen and involved in a police chase that ended in the car being flipped hella times and totaled, when they let him go to the impound lot to get his stuff out of the car he found korn follow the leader in the cd player