Ain't I a Stinker?

Dear Dyuree:

Heh heh heh. See, they won't let me flip people off -- they say it's boorish and ill-bred or something like that -- so instead I get back by tying people up in knots. All I got to do is open my mouth, and I get them going back and forth trying to figure it out.

See, they know I don't really like to read and stuff, but they know I have an active brain, so they're stuck between thinking I'm too stupid to be lying and too smart to be saying exactly what I mean.

And while they're all twisted up, I can get away with murder.

See, I'm a winner, baby. Hitch your car to this train or get run over.