Since I see you when you sleep and know when you are awake you must be fully aware that I have been watching you cheat your way through this fantasy football thing, right? A billion dollars, world peace, Katy Perry nude, hell there is even Brad Pitt nude...of all the things to sell your soul for you chose this years cigarsmoker's fantasy football league. And you still managed to lose a game! Wow. Well, since I know you it doesn't take much to turn your crank I've been saving the back wash from my beer and all my cigar butts all year long and I now have it all packed up and tagged with your name. Before I climb on my red nosed pony and make my way to your place this year do you have any special requests?