Dear Benny,

If I even so much as hear through a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend that you even breathed a teeny tiny tiny tiny tiny breath of anything even remotely sounding a little itty bitty bitty like, “My thumb hurts” during this upcoming football season, I’m going to copy this article 6,000,000 times and drop them out of the KDKA news helicopter directly over your house on Washington’s Landing until you finally pick one up, read it, and go, “Wow.  I am a big fat slobby sissy boy who needs to man the hell up and shut up about my stupid stupid stupid thumb.”

Thanks.

PittGirl

P.S.  Sidney rules.