Dear Brett Ratner,
I don’t remember ever giving you any fucking authority over anything important to me, ever. Now, X-3 slipped through my fingers while I was on the john, and I let it slide in a fit of apathy. Oh well. But goddammit, you will shut your fucking piehole and keep your head down during the next year, or so help me you’ll wind up like McG. Yes, I know, McG is still rich and kinda-sorta famous, but the fucker can only hoarde that coke fund for so long.
Consider this your last warning.
Love,
Sharkey.
commentthis will be an even bigger shitfest than i thought before