Wally,
Do you remember that time I saw you in Pita Pitt with that one blond girl? That time that I was so pleased with your performance that I decided to go up to said girl, ask her if she was with you, and then give her all the spare dollar bills I had in my pocket after a night of hard drinking and celebrating? Well, if she didn't give it to you, then eff her. Really. What a bitch to pocket my tipping of your excellent play for that game.
However, if she did give it to you, I'd really kind of like it back. You see, I gave you that money with the expectation that you'd be just as good in the future, or rather good at all in the future. I surely didn't throw money at you so you could become a pussy and run away from us. Why would you run away from a student body that tips you? Honestly. I hope you're happy.
