Apology

"Dear large pharmaceutical company,

In an ironic twist of fate it appears that I am getting a winter cold. Please send that guy handing out the free stuff back to Tara Street Station, even better can you put him at the Coolmine Station in time for the 8:30 train. I promise that I’ll give drugs to all my children for ever, helping you keep your fat shareholders in trinkets and baubles. I sorry if my earlier comments caused you distress, and I’ll even accept the free drugs from the ugly guy you send to the station instead of half naked lovelies.

Obviously, and I cannot stress enough, I am not a crank, and you are not pimps.

Yours etc.,"