The meat-monster has attacked. Notable Chicago art critic Barney Pickledick has declared my profitable works of art as "not a delight". Oh, I was so mad when the cheeseburger-pie chef emerged from a mountain of marshmallow to stab his piercing words into my livelihood. Little did I know that he would attack again a few days later. I'm reeling from these educated blows and my only defense is to have sex with a Philly cheesesteak in Brick Hunter's honor. I cannot defend Brian Ulrich because we've had sex with some of the same women and we're not friends. I can note that Brick Hunter's women are homely and his Phish t-shirt is covered with the stains of overflowing BIG BEEF HOT POCKETS. His toy collection seen in the background of his photograghs suggests that he's a racist child-molestor. I'm going to call DCFS ASAP.

DO NOT IGNORE THE THINGS THIS PERSON SAYS. TAKE HIM VERY SERIOUSLY.