Dear Matt Stone and Trey Parker.
I've always loved your show; from the first time I saw Eric's bread shaped frame, I knew this was the show for me. However, as of late, you've made one very big mistake, one that cannot be undone.
Recently you had a little request: fanart. The humble fan I was, I made you fanart, marvelous fanart, the best this world has ever seen. For hours on, i poured my soul into this piece of manlove. Oh, manlove it was. Sweet, sexy, elegant, and all for you. Yes, packed in lustrious love and respect for you. Then I went to your site, golden package under my arm. This was it. Time to deliver.
"I'm sorry, but at this time, we can only accept admissions from within the US."
SWEET MOTHER OF MARY'S GOATEE
That's it. Within a second, everything you've worked for, everything you are, is gone. Withdrawing to my inner cave, I gave up on my existence. Slowly, as the hours passed, I gave myself another thought. This wasn't MY fault. Nope, it was yours. It was you who denied my masterpiece. Therefore it is you who can weep into each other's anuses when you realize what an awful mistake you've made. Ha! Your loss.
