Dear Marty Zinotti

Thank you so much for demolishing the United Skates of America to make room for your Cornerstone Disaster. That roller rink represented my burgeoning inability to get laid, circa 1980. I think it was the Husky jeans.  Anyways,  I thought I'd drop you a line to say that WE TRUST YOU AS FAR AS WE CAN THROW YOU.

I don't know who tapped you as spokescreature, but it's time to pass the torch.

Best Wishes.  It's racist to call Lillian Green sad.  Just because she's black. Not all African-Americans are sad, you know. "No, You're Sad!"
"No, You're Sad!"
"No, You're Sad, Marty!
"No, You're Sad, Lillian!