St. John is an Asshole. No, scratch that, he's the asshole of assholes. Assholes look at him and go, "that fucker gives us a bad name!" I'm pretty sure he's also a furry. A gay furry.
After MVB posted up the matchups for the Friday Night Whiskey Challenge, St. John sent me this horrific e-mail out of the blue. I was unsure of whether I should post it due to the graphic nature. I know I am not one to scoff at harsh language, but this filth made me physically ill. As much as it pains me personally, I am posting it for all the world to see, to truly understand the depths of depravity that St. John has sunk to.
Your face is smelly and I hate you. Your mother is so fat, when she wears heels she strikes oil. Everything you like is bad. I am going to make your cry on Friday and post it for all the internet to see. I will also be taking your lunch money.
You are a poopy fart,
Fuck that guy, seriously.